You Are My One and Only

Chapter 251

Isaac's hand was on Patricia's chest as he snuck his other hand under her shirt. He could feel that her skin was soft, and his breathing turned rapid and heavy.

Just then, the door opened without warning.

"President Arnold…" Liam called out to him when he entered the room, and then he became startled for a moment before stepping backward and closing the door.

The interruption shocked Patricia. Her hands were initially wrapped around the man's neck, but she tried to push him away now.

"I—" She could barely widen their gap and say something when the man locked lips with her again. This time, she found it hard to breathe, and his hands were wandering over her body, making her feel flustered.

Argh! Both bashful and anxious, she pushed him away forcefully. "Please calm down, President Arnold." After she pushed him away, she realized that her chest felt a little colder than usual. She lowered her head and exclaimed, "Ah!"

She hurriedly turned around. When was my shirt unbuttoned? Even my bra isn't in the right place!

It was so embarrassing that she just wanted to vanish as quickly as she could.

On the other hand, Isaac touched his lips, which were bleeding as the woman had bitten his lips earlier. He squinted, recalling how attractive the woman had looked earlier. The sensation he had felt with his hands still lingered, and that was enough for him.

After adjusting her clothes, Patricia turned around. She realized her lips were a little swollen, and she reckoned that her face must be as red as an apple. Then, she took a look at the flowers in the trash can. She wanted to pick them up but wouldn't dare to do it. If she had done so, that man might do something to her again.

With a blushing face, she returned to her desk and covered her face with both hands. The images of what had happened flashed through her mind. To say that she was embarrassed was an understatement.

If Isaac finds out what was on my mind, he'll think that I yearn for bedroom matters. Oh, my gosh! I've never had these feelings before. What's wrong with me recently? Is it because I'm older now that I start experiencing these sorts of feelings?

Patricia could no longer work as she covered her face and muttered to herself.

On the other hand, Isaac had entered the lounge, and it wasn't until a moment later that he came out.

Patricia thought that the man was pretty tactful, for they couldn't be face to face at this moment.

About ten minutes later, Sorella entered the room and put down a bag on Isaac's table. "I've brought you the thing you want, President Arnold."

"Alright. You may leave now."

She nodded and shuffled toward the door before glancing at Patricia subconsciously.

Patricia hurriedly put down her hands and flashed a smile at her. "Hi, Miss Lock."

"Your face is flushing, Miss Aniston. Are you down with a fever or something?"

Patricia shook her head. "No. I think my face is red because I was getting some rest with my head on the table earlier." She was anxious as she spoke.

Only after Sorella left the office did Patricia let out a breath. Fortunately, Sorella didn't detect anything. Otherwise, she would've been very embarrassed.

Isaac put down the bag on her table and gaped at her with his dark, bottomless gaze. "Get changed. Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Hearing that, Patricia just wanted to hide in a pit on the floor if there was one. Her face turned a shade redder as she glared at the man. She pressed her lips into a line and waited for a while before asking, "What do you mean?"

This woman is still playing dumb. Isaac put on a cheeky smile. "I touched it." This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Then, he held out his right hand and showed her the middle finger.

Patricia was just an innocent woman, so how could she possibly know how to respond when the man teased her? She stood straight up and picked up the bag before dashing toward the lounge. This man is terrible. I have to stay as far away from him as possible!

Isaac chuckled. "You taste sweet."