You Are My One and Only

Initially, Patricia intended to make some simple dishes without caring whether they suited Isaac’s taste

buds or not.

However, she changed her mind after he came to help her. The way he helped me repair my car just

now was pretty cool and handsome. Perhaps no one could have imagined that the head of the top

prominent family in Appleby—the attractive, cruel, and abstinent handsome man, Isaac Arnold, would

change tires on the street.

Due to his actions and his status, she felt great witnessing such a scene. Thus, she decided to make

him a nice dinner when she thought of his kind act tonight.

Once Patricia was in the kitchen, she made a video call with Josephine. She asked her to teach her

cooking step by step. Just like that, it took her two hours to prepare the meal.

Finally, at 9:30PM, all dishes were ready to be served.

While she was busy cooking in the kitchen, Isaac was reading a book upstairs in his room in a black

robe. At this moment, his face was as dark as the night sky outside. Upon hearing Patricia calling him

for dinner, he threw the book in his hand and made his way to the dining table.

When Patricia saw him, she hurriedly pulled out the chair for him in a fawning manner. “Have a seat,

President Arnold.”

Although it took her a long time to cook these dishes, she could guarantee him that the tastes of these

dishes were good this time. He’ll definitely lick his fingers after he has a taste of these dishes.

Isaac snorted as he glanced at her, “Patricia, are you trying to starve me to death?”

Patricia felt confused at his caustic remark, so she cautiously glanced at the time and was startled by

what she saw.

Sh*t! It’s already 9:35PM?! It’s no wonder I feel so hungry too!

Hence, she hurriedly plated the dishes and put the plate in front of him.

“President Arnold, I’m sorry for the delay. Unfortunately, my car broke down. But, I promise you that

there won’t be a next time. I’ll prepare your meal early starting tomorrow.”

As she spoke, she made a pledging gesture with a sincere look.

Isaac stared at her cute actions with mild amusement. Did she grow up eating Cornetto? If she did, she

must have eaten plenty of mini Cornettos. Otherwise, how can she be this cute and sweet? Oh, I feel

like pinching her cheeks while looking at her petite face.

The longer Isaac regarded her, the harder it got for him to muster any anger toward her. Thus, he

picked up his fork and tasted the roast lamb. Hmm…this tastes quite good.

Finally, his facial expression became better. Therefore, he pushed the car key on the table.

“I have this old car here, and I don’t feel nice driving it. Still, it’s probably better than yours. So, you can

just drive this car in the future.”

Patricia took the car key and saw it was a Volvo.

At once, her eyes brightened up. This car?! Is he calling a Volvo an old car?! Isaac, you are such a

wastrel.

Nevertheless, she still felt grateful to him. With a smile, Patricia hurriedly passed him the dishes and

beckoned, “Have some more, President Arnold.”

After that, the two started eating. Isaac ate elegantly. Meanwhile, Patricia buried herself in her food,

considering she was starving too. So it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that she finished her second

round in a jiffy.

Once she sensed that she had eaten more than her usual portions, she felt that she must have used up

plenty of energy while struggling to change the tires just now. Otherwise, how would I eat so much?

Isaac had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth when he observed her utterly engrossed with her

food. I’m sure that this woman grew up eating Cornetto.

After the meal, Patricia served him dessert. Suddenly, she remembered the gas fee.

“President Arnold, thank you for lending me the car. But I can’t afford to drive it if you don’t let me claim

the gas fee.”

She frantically implied with a grimace. I’m poor. I’m really poor.

Clearly, I’m here to repay my debt. So how can I drive to and back from work? I won’t be working hard

to pay back the money if I’m that rich.

Isaac wanted to laugh aloud when he saw how she was frantically trying to devise a decent excuse to

convince him to reimburse her for gas.

This woman is trying to trick me. Well, there’s no way she can succeed.

Nevertheless, he paused for a while when he thought that it would be a waste of money if she refused

to drive the car he bought for her. She definitely doesn’t want to drive the car if I don’t let her claim the

gas fee.

I guess I better fall for her tricks for the sake of her safety.

“Sure. It’s my car anyway. Of course, you can claim the gas fee from me.”

Patricia jumped up in joy upon hearing his agreement. “Yay! That’s great! You are really a nice person,

President Arnold.”

Isaac just stared at her joyful state while enjoying the dessert before him. Considering that she had

made him a pleasant meal tonight, he wouldn’t needle her about her slightly sycophantic actions.

Once he was finished with his dinner, he got up and said, “Clean up the kitchen, and don’t forget to

clean up my bedroom.”

She happily cleaned up the tableware efficiently as she watched the retreating silhouette of the

handsome man.

Although I don’t do these chores often, it’s better than letting Sylvie suffer here. Besides, I might get

better at doing this after a few more times.

Just as Isaac arrived at the corner of the stairs, he heard the sound of dishes cracking.

This unlocked the panic in him, and he immediately strode back to the kitchen to check if Patricia was

hurt.

When he arrived at the kitchen, he saw her standing there like a little fool. But, she was staring at the

debris on the ground and wasn’t injured as he had imagined.

“Add 2,000 to the debt,” he said coldly.

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