You Are My One and Only

Chapter 192

Chapter 192

After assuring his passengers, the driver focused on the road as Patricia silently heaved a sigh of relief.

She removed her hand from Isaac's ears and lowered her head to take a look at him.

Noticing that his eyes were shut, she assumed that he should be asleep.

Oh, thank God. I can't imagine what's going to happen to me if he has heard it.

The car arrived in front of Estrella Villa and Patricia could not help frowning as she spoke to the driver. "Sir, could you drop us at the front door? He's rather drunk and he can't walk in a straight line at all."

If she had to start carrying Isaac from here, she would be knackered. It would take at least twenty minutes by foot to walk in from here, provided that she was by herself and walked swiftly. If she had to drag him along, then it would likely take her more than two hours.

The driver looked at the villa and could not help lamenting, "You must be quite rich to live here. Why would he have to go and jump off a building? It's not like life is tough for you."

After the driver muttered to himself, he shook his head. He had no idea what was going on in the minds of youngsters nowadays. Indeed, they were too fragile.

Patricia lifted her brows and thought, Ha… This is why you never lie, Tricia…

As they arrived at the entrance of the villa, the security guards stopped their car but Patricia lowered the car window and showed them a glimpse of Isaac. As soon as they saw him, they instantly saluted. "President Arnold!"

The driver was clearly in shock and he realized that the young lad was a man of exalted status. Along the way in, the driver could not stop looking at the two of them from the rearview mirror. They were both very good-looking and had an air of elegance that surrounded them. As such, he assumed that they must be from wealthy families. These rich young men and women must be so used to a life of indulgence that they're after something exciting. The driver was clearly in shock and he realized that the young lad was a man of exalted status. Along the way in, the driver could not stop looking at the two of them from the rearview mirror. They were both very good-looking and had an air of elegance that surrounded them. As such, he assumed that they must be from wealthy families. These rich young men and women must be so used to a life of indulgence that they're after something exciting.

Meanwhile, Patricia lowered her gaze and glanced at the man soundly asleep on her lap. She no longer cared about the driver's judgmental look.

At last, they arrived at the front door and she piped up, "Sir, you can stop the car here."

The driver helped her with getting Isaac out of the car before asking, "Do you need my help to assist him into the house?"

To that, she quickly rejected his kind offer. This man was too enthusiastic and she was slightly apprehensive at that point. "That's alright, sir. Here's a hundred for you."

She had some cash in her bag, so she pulled out one and handed it to him. "Thank you very much."

Subsequently, she helped Isaac into the house and swiftly shut the door behind them.

It was fortunate that the villas here were not connected and each villa had its own main entrance. Once the doors were shut, no one would be able to enter the place.

She hoped that Isaac would never ever encounter this driver again; otherwise, judging by the driver's enthusiasm, the driver would very likely keep Isaac occupied as he contemplated life with Isaac. Fortunately for her, she had safely survived this and Isaac had yet to hear a word.

Then, she helped him into the room and was instantly warmed by the temperature there. Compared to the bitterly-cold weather outside, it was very comfortable inside the house.

Suddenly, Isaac opened his eyes and pulled her into his arms as he nuzzled her neck with his head. He did that repeatedly which made her ticklish by that. Subsequently, she stroked his head like a puppy.

"President Arnold, stop it. It's ticklish." As she said that, she suddenly burst out laughing as it was too ticklish for her.

"Where am I? I want to go home."

Stunned, Patricia felt a looming headache. Don't tell me that President Arnold can't even recognize his own house?!

Her head was forced into his arms and her nostrils were filled with the scent of his body; it was the smell of alcohol. She tried hard to lift her head to look at him.

"President Arnold, this is your house. I'll help you back into your room."

As soon as Isaac heard that they were home, he instantly released her.

He tugged at his necktie with his slender fingers and then flung it to the ground after removing it. Next, he removed his coat, shirts, and pants.

At that point, Patricia covered her face in embarrassment. Does this man know how abominable he is when he's drunk? This is such an eyesore!

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