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Patricia, who had fallen asleep, was irritated by the disturbance and fumbled her arms around before
tossing to the side.
Hearing her steady breathing, Isaac frowned and called her, “Patricia, wake up…”
He looked at himself and his face darkened in displeasure. How can she fall asleep when I’m like this?
Is she doing this on purpose?
When his gaze swept across her chest, he let out a mischievous smile. “Patricia, you call this upon
yourself.”
…
Patricia woke up the next day to find herself sleeping in an unfamiliar bed. She recoiled and shrieked in
surprise, “Ah!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI knew it! Alcohol is man’s worst enemy! What happened last night?
Smacking her own head several times, she could not recall anything that had happened. Still, the room
seemed familiar to her. Her eyes brightened as she finally realized where she was. “It’s Isaac’s room.”
She removed the blanket hastily to take a good look at herself. Apparently, she was still in her pajamas
and she did not feel uncomfortable anywhere.
A wave of relief washed over her. I must’ve drank too much last night, so Isaac took me home. But was
he the one who changed my clothes? So, has he seen everything?
She blushed at that before muttering, “That pervert…”
Patricia got off from the bed to search for her clothes, which were arranged neatly by the bed. She
smiled at the sight of it. It seems like President Isaac is a neat freak, huh?
She felt something stifling around her chest while changing into her clothes. She checked on it only to
find some red spots on it.
I must be allergic to alcohol… But this is the first time I’m seeing symptoms like this, though…
Patricia could not comprehend the situation, but she simply shrugged it off and took a shower as it did
not hurt that much. By the time she went downstairs, Isaac was having breakfast in the dining room.
“Good morning, President Arnold,” she greeted awkwardly as she felt embarrassed for hogging his bed
last night.
Gazing at the woman conjured some images in his head that had transpired last night. It had been a
while since he relaxed himself and hence his good mood. “Morning!”
She seated herself next to him and looked at her portion of breakfast that was prepared earlier.
“President Arnold, is this mine?”
Though she was certain that nothing had happened last night, she found it strange that she was
already starving since early morning. Why am I so hungry?
He piped up, “Take some aspirins first.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA maid came out of the kitchen and greeted Patricia with a smile, “Good morning, Miss Aniston!”
Patricia gave a nod in return. So, he has maids at home. They must be here in the morning to prepare
breakfast and for cleaning. I guess they’re usually not here at night.
Looking at the cleaning maid, she asked, “President Arnold, do you know what are the symptoms for
alcohol allergies?”
Ever since she wore her clothes, there was an uncomfortable tingling pain from her chest.
Isaac took a sip of his coffee as an ambiguous glint flashed across his eyes. “Are you allergic to
alcohol?”
Patricia shook her head. “I never experienced any symptoms before this, President Arnold. It is
probably because I’ve drunk something new, so my chest is covered with red spots. It kinda hurts. I
think I’m allergic to it.”
He almost spluttered the coffee in his mouth when he heard that. Gazing at her confused expression,
he was now certain that she could not remember anything from last night.
He smiled faintly. “It seems like it. I’ll have Liam buy some medicine for you. You should come to the
company and apply some cream. You’ll soon be fine.”Previous Chapter
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