You Are My One and Only

Chapter 190

Chapter 190

Patricia's expression changed as she looked down at the spot. She realized that he hadn't let go and was still holding on tight.

She frowned and looked up at him, but his expression was calm as he glanced at her indifferently.

"What's the matter?"

Patricia bit her lip. Has he gotten so drunk that he is unaware of what he's grabbing?

Never mind, I'll ignore it and get him into the car first.

Hence, she brought him along as she walked outside. With every step, Patricia felt that she would keel over in exhaustion.

Why are men so tall? What's the use of his huge height and long legs at times like this?

Meanwhile, Isaac watched as she frowned while carrying him with all her might. A small smile crept into his lips.

Patricia ignored him and more or less dragged him outside.

Just then, a few waiters went over to them. When they offered to help Patricia, Isaac gave them a glare which scared them off and caused them to step back.

Patricia looked at the people backing off and spoke.

"Don't leave, I need help. You just have to help me get him into the car—"

The waiters shook their heads and said, "Sorry, miss, we have something urgent to attend to. Pardon us."

With that, the men retreated to the kitchen. Patricia let out a sigh.

"How are these people so cruel? I'm dying of exhaustion here."

Isaac turned to look at her while watching the woman complain, and the smile on his face broadened.

After complaining, Patricia still had to give it her all to press forward.

After complaining, Patricia still had to give it her all to press forward.

She finally got him into the elevator, and Isaac buried his head into her shoulder.

"Patricia, why do you smell so nice? What brand of perfume are you using?"

Patricia had worked up quite a sweat, and when she heard those words, she turned to glance at him.

"President Arnold, are you drunk or are you not? Do I smell nice? I don't think so."

She rarely used perfume now. In fact, she never used those stuff ever since she had children. Children

were not supposed to smell perfume since it wouldn't be good for their health and sense of smell, after all.

"You do smell nice. It's fragrant and very sweet."

Patricia smiled and reached out, patting his head.

"Isaac, I think you're kind of cute when you're drunk."

At least he didn't sound as strict as he usually did, and his voice also softened considerably as if he were asking for her attention.

She felt a little warm inside.

Isaac's lips brushed lightly against her neck. He really felt that she smelled nice.

Hearing her words and feeling her pat him like how she would pat a dog, he allowed a gleeful look in his eyes. She must have thought he was drunk.

As such, he sucked heavily on her neck, leaving a few hickeys in his wake.

Patricia felt something ticklish, so she moved his head upright.

"What are you doing, Isaac?"

She reached up and touched the spot which felt ticklish and numb.

Isaac looked at the red marks he left on her skin, and the light in his eyes turned even brighter. He was a little restless because of the seduction caused by the marks.

"I want something sweet."

As he spoke, his eyes turned even darker, looking like jet black ink.

"President Arnold, where is the driver waiting for us? Is he on the ground floor or the basement?"

"Tom's mother is celebrating her birthday today, so I let him have the day off."

This meant that Isaac had no car, no assistant, and no driver today. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Patricia almost lost her balance. Was she supposed to hail a taxi while carrying him?

She really wanted to just faint and fall over. Could they ask for an ambulance to take them home?

The elevator reached the ground floor, and Patricia proceeded to drag him toward the entrance. All eyes were on them, for a small and slender woman like her was supporting a tall, long-legged man.

Also, this man had a handsome face, and the woman was very pretty.

Patricia couldn't care less as she helped him over the sidewalk in an attempt to grab a taxi.

Isaac cooperatively took a few steps as the two arrived at the sidewalk. The taxi from just now was still there, and the driver went up to them before pulling up.

"Is your husband alright, beautiful?"