You Are My One and Only

Chapter 152

Patricia retreated all the way to the window—any further and she would fall out of the window. They were on the third floor, however, so she did not want to risk her life or her limbs. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Isaac Arnold, you stay right there or else, I’ll scream!”

That’s right. I can scream for help! We’re right by the window and it’s open, too. Someone would hear me if I scream as loudly as I can.

Isaac chuckled at how frightened Patricia was.

“What do you think I’m trying to do?”

Patricia looked at him. He had taken off his shirt, exposing his muscular body and impressive abs.

She gulped. It would not be an exaggeration to describe his figure as mesmerizing, and the sight of it made her throat dry.

However, she was still a woman of principles. She refused to get involved with someone who was taken. She was adamant about this.

Patricia bit her lip and in the end, she muttered, “How would I know? I’m not you.”

She averted her eyes to stop staring at his half-naked body.

All of a sudden, Isaac sat down on the bed with his back facing her.

“My back keeps itching. I think I have a rash. Help me put some ointment on it.”

Patricia snapped out of her muddle thoughts when she heard what he said. Oh… Oh, I’m the one who took it the wrong way!

She spotted the bottle of ointment near where he was sitting, so she slowly came over.

“Is it an allergic reaction?”

His back was covered in fiery red rashes that looked rather painful, but he did not show any signs of anything amiss earlier during dinner. It was remarkable how well he kept it in.

“This happens without fail whenever I soak in a hot spring.”

Why did you go to one then, if you have an allergic reaction to it? Are you a masochist?

Patricia saw the ointment but she did not see any cotton swabs, so she asked, “Where do you keep your cotton swabs, President Arnold?”

Isaac’s brows creased a little. He wanted her to apply it by hand, so why would he let her use a cotton swab instead?

“I don’t have any. You can just apply it with your hands. There’s no need to be so particular about it.”

Patricia was surprised upon hearing that. I didn’t realize he was this laidback when it came to things like this.

She smiled in amusement before walking over to the bathroom to wash her hands, only to stare in amazement when she saw that his bathroom alone was bigger than her entire house. Even the bathtub looked more like a swimming pool.

Patricia was floored by how extravagant the bathroom was. The Anistons could not compare to the Arnolds at all.

As she washed her hands in a marble sink, she caught the eye of the faintly blushing woman in the mirror staring back at her, and she pursed her lips somewhat mockingly.

“Patricia Aniston, stop thinking about it. Stop eyeing his body!” she muttered to herself.

After washing her hands, she even took the time to sanitize them before heading back to Isaac.

Her fingers were a little cold, so she rubbed her hands together to warm them up first before applying the ointment for him.

With small, careful strokes, she made sure to apply it to every patch of red she could find.

When she was about to apply the ointment to the back of his waist, however, she felt herself spinning in the air before landing on the bed with the man pressed over her.

Isaac pressed his lips to hers, and he held her hands above her head. She tried to struggle and escape his grasp, but she could not budge at all.

He attacked her lips ferociously and soon, he slipped his tongue in between her puckered lips.

Patricia’s mind went blank. She was in a daze and could barely sense what was happening. All she heard was the sound of his breathing, and nothing more.

Isaac’s breath was heavy and urgent, each one hotter than the next.

Patricia felt like something was wrong with her. Something was seriously wrong with her.

Meanwhile, Isaac continued to kiss her passionately. Her hand had been on the small of his back. Did she not know how sensitive that part was for a man?

She was too innocent. Though she gave birth to three children, she seemed clueless about the passionate pleasures and romantic desires between a man and a woman.

However, this only served to intensify his attraction toward her. He wanted to be the one who taught her everything. He wanted to taint her innocence.

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