You Are My One and Only

Chapter 24

Patricia frowned as she asked herself, Where did this kid learn all these? Throw myself at him and give birth to siblings…

It was already 6.30PM when she went downstairs, and if she had to reach Estrella Villa at 7.00PM, she had to drive there in her Toyota.

The entire way was full of traffic as it was the peak time after work, and it pained her heart because the gas price was very high. This was a car she had bought at a considerable cost because it would be more convenient to send Sylvie to the hospital at night.

Usually, she couldn’t bear to drive it because it ran on gas, but if she went over with a cab, it would be even more expensive. Making a compromise, she could only bear the pain and use the car.

The whole time, the traffic was heavy, and there were a lot of stops, which made her heart bleed. Finally, when she reached Estrella Villa, security refused to let her into the neighborhood.

After she told the security the house number, she added, “I’m his guest, and I’ll give him a call if you don’t believe me.”

The security thought in bewilderment, Would President Arnold have such a poor friend? No, they didn’t believe that.

So many people wanted to approach Isaac, and they could barely keep count of the people that they had sent away on a daily basis, but this was the first time someone came with a crappy little Toyota.

Was she acting pathetic to gain Isaac’s pity and then crawl into his bed?

“President Arnold isn’t expecting any guests.”

Patricia almost passed out from the anger. If it weren’t for her being distressed by the cost of gas, she would have left and ignored everything, but if that guy said he wanted to raise the interests again, her heart would bleed. After all, she couldn’t help being in poverty!

Hence, she picked up her phone and called him.

“Patricia Aniston, five minutes have passed. Why aren’t you here yet?” Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

A certain man’s voice was icy, even carrying a trace of anger.

She inhaled deeply as she tried to calm herself. At the end of the day, he was the lender and could raise the interest anytime. If that happened, she really couldn’t afford to pay anymore.

“President Arnold, I’m at the entrance, but the security won’t allow me in.”

“I’ll take care of it,” he replied curtly and hung up.

Soon, the security let her in respectfully.

What a bunch of realistic snobs, she thought, holding her head high and ignoring them as she drove into the villa neighborhood.

This villa neighborhood was an expensive piece of land in Appleby, and it also belonged to the real estate company owned by Arnolds Corporation.

As she dutifully followed the map he had given her, she arrived at No. A8 and parked her car by the porch without a hitch. After she parked her car, she was about to get out when her phone rang.

When she saw that it was a call from Darcie, she quickly picked it up because she was worried that there might be an emergency. “Hi, Darcie.”

At the moment, Darcie was still at the hospital, and her daughter had fallen asleep with the drip.

“Tricia, I heard from Sylvie that you went on a date. Is the guy Isaac Arnold? Do your best! After you take him down, you’ll live a good life!” she whispered.

Darcie was a good friend she met at Everbright, and she was a miserable woman, too.

A speechless Patricia couldn’t help but think, I’m here to repay my debt, not on a date. So what on earth is Sylvie spreading around?

That little girl always gave her a headache; she loved to gossip, and Patricia wondered who she resembled.

She rested her head on her palm and replied in exasperation, “Darcie, it’s really impossible between Isaac and me. He’s about to get married, so you should give up on asking me to give it a try.”

“Are you dumb? He’s not married yet, and he can have a divorce even if he is. Just take a look at that jerk of mine. He abandoned his wife and kid and eloped with his mistress.”

Patricia couldn’t help but chuckle. “Miss Darcie, aren’t you the one who hates homewreckers the most? So, why are you asking me to be one?”

Darcie raised her hand and patted her head. “Tricia, I just think that Isaac likes you, and if you just take one step closer to him, he will be yours, for sure.”

Then, another call came in, and Patricia took a look. Just as she thought, it was that annoying debt collector, Isaac.

“Darcie, I’m busy and have to hang up now. Tomorrow, I’ll visit Poppy, and we’ll talk again when we meet.”

After she ended the call, she rushed toward the villa. As he had already given her the password, the door opened after she had keyed it in. In the house, she saw the man leaning against the couch and looking as though he had too much to drink.

His long, slender fingers tugged at his tie forcefully as he narrowed his eyes. “Patricia Aniston, you’re ten minutes late. I’m going to punish you.”

When he stared at her, there was a beast-like look in his eyes, and he reached out to pull her into his embrace. She didn’t expect such an action from him, so his actions utterly took her off guard as she fell on him.

“Ah!”

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