NovelEnglishA hint of dejection flashed across Isaac’s eyes as he pulled Patricia into his arms and pressed his lips
against hers.
Freaking out, Patricia wanted to get up, but she was no match against the force his hands exerted.
More than that, the man even parted his lips and almost swallowed hers into his mouth.
At that, Isaac rolled over, pinning her down on the bed as he deepened his kiss.
She fought back, in the beginning, shoving him away. But gradually, her hands slipped downward,
having no more strength to resist.
Isaac was seriously turned on by the time the lingering kiss ended. However, it still wasn’t the right
time, so he could only stop at this.
He propped his hands against the sides of her head and riveted his gaze at her from above. “How is it
that your lips are sweet?”
Either way, he thought her lips were sweet every time he kissed her. She really was his personal
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It was only when Patricia heard his voice that she came back to reality and felt her lips with her
fingertips. “Ah!” It took her a second to register what had just happened, and she widened her eyes
with incredulity. “Isaac Arnold, you forced a kiss on me again! You…”
Isaac grinned in response. “What? You want to quit and stay far away from me?”
Patricia panicked upon hearing that he wanted to fire her, and she hurriedly shook her head. “No,
President Arnold. I really like this job. I don’t want to leave.”
Isaac knew it was precisely what Patricia would say, and his evil grin grew wider while brushing his
fingers against her now swollen lips. “Do a good job then. Best that you stay until your retirement.”
At that, he got up and went into the bathroom. Patricia, on the other hand, continued to lay in his bed,
taking a long while before she could come around.
After that, she climbed out of his bed, made it, and sorted out the lounge before dashing out to her
desk, feeling somewhat crestfallen.
Isaac kept bullying and kissing her, but if she rebelled or yelled at him, she’d very likely be fired. Alas, it
sure was hard to be a woman, especially one in the workforce. At that, she exhaled a murky breath,
unsure of what to do.
Isaac found her dejected when he came out, and he tapped on his desk to pull her back to reality.
Patricia looked over reflexively and stood right up. “What are your orders, President Arnold?”
Isaac’s gaze on her deepened at that. “Patricia, be my girlfriend.”
He had finally made up his mind, but for someone who had never confessed his love for anyone, he
thought this was already enough.
Patricia was rendered stupefied, and it took a long while before she could finally speak up. “But you’re
getting engaged to Adeline. I can’t be your girlfriend.”
She refused to be a mistress. Absolutely no way!
Isaac furrowed his brows in response. He wanted to explain, but then it was better that fewer people
knew of his actual relationship with Adeline, which was just an agreement, something to comfort his
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmgrandfather. After all, Phillip was still bedridden. He surely wouldn’t die in peace if things couldn’t end
up as he had hoped. If they did do as he hoped, who knew, he might just wake up someday.
Isaac said nothing more, grabbing his coat and heading out.
Meanwhile, Patricia sighed after watching him leave. Sure enough, he couldn’t get over Adeline, and
she could never be his girlfriend.
Though she had thought about being his girlfriend temporarily for money and that she would be able to
stay in Arnold Corporation a little longer, she instantly dropped it at the thought that he was Adeline’s
fiancé. No way would she do something like this.
Isaac never returned even when it was time to clock off, and Patricia spaced out at her desk the entire
afternoon.
When six o’clock came, she packed up and got ready to go to his place, but Isaac’s text came right
then. ‘No need to come over tonight.’
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