Patricia, who had fallen asleep, was irritated by the disturbance and fumbled her arms around before tossing to the side.

Hearing her steady breathing, Isaac frowned and called her, “Patricia, wake up…”

He looked at himself and his face darkened in displeasure. How can she fall asleep when I’m like this? Is she doing this on purpose?

When his gaze swept across her chest, he let out a mischievous smile. “Patricia, you call this upon yourself.”

Patricia woke up the next day to find herself sleeping in an unfamiliar bed. She recoiled and shrieked in surprise, “Ah!”

it! Alcohol is man’s worst

she could not recall anything that had happened. Still, the room seemed familiar to her. Her eyes brightened as she finally

blanket hastily to take a good look at herself. Apparently, she was still in her pajamas and she did not

drank too much last night, so Isaac took me home. But was he the

blushed at that before

to search for her clothes, which were arranged neatly by the bed. She smiled at the sight of it. It seems like President Isaac is a neat

stifling around her chest while changing into her clothes. She checked on it only to find

alcohol… But this is the first time I’m seeing symptoms like

it did not hurt that much. By the time she went downstairs, Isaac was

she greeted awkwardly as she felt embarrassed for

the woman conjured some images in his head that had transpired last night. It had been a while since he relaxed himself and hence his

to him and looked at her portion of breakfast that was prepared earlier. “President Arnold, is this

certain that nothing had happened last night, she found it strange that she was

up, “Take

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