Chapter 251
Chapter 251
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Isaac''s hand was on Patricia''s chest as he snuck his other hand under her shirt. He could feel that her
skin was soft, and his breathing turned rapid and heavy.
Just then, the door opened without warning.
"President Arnold…" Liam called out to him when he entered the room, and then he became startled
for a moment before stepping backward and closing the door.
The interruption shocked Patricia. Her hands were initially wrapped around the man''s neck, but she
tried to push him away now.
"I—" She could barely widen their gap and say something when the man locked lips with her again.
This time, she found it hard to breathe, and his hands were wandering over her body, making her feel
flustered.
Argh! Both bashful and anxious, she pushed him away forcefully. "Please calm down, President
Arnold." After she pushed him away, she realized that her chest felt a little colder than usual. She
lowered her head and eximed, "Ah!"
She hurriedly turned around. When was my shirt unbuttoned? Even my bra isn''t in the right ce!
It was so embarrassing that she just wanted to vanish as quickly as she could.
On the other hand, Isaac touched his lips, which were bleeding as the woman had bitten his lips earlier.
He squinted, recalling how attractive the woman had looked earlier. The sensation he had felt with his
hands still lingered, and that was enough for him.
After adjusting her clothes, Patricia turned around. She realized her lips were a little swollen, and she
reckoned that her face must be as red as an apple. Then, she took a look at the flowers in the trash
can. She wanted to pick them up but wouldn''t dare to do it. If she had done so, that man might do
something to her again.
With a blushing face, she returned to her desk and covered her face with both hands. The images of
what had happened shed through her mind. To say that she was embarrassed was an
understatement.
If Isaac finds out what was on my mind, he''ll think that I yearn for bedroom matters. Oh, my gosh! I''ve
never had these feelings before. What''s wrong with me recently? Is it because I''m older now that I start
experiencing these sorts of feelings?
Patricia could no longer work as she covered her face and muttered to herself.
On the other hand, Isaac had entered the lounge, and it wasn''t until a momentter that he came out.
Patricia thought that the man was pretty tactful, for they couldn''t be face to face at this moment.
About ten minutester, Sore entered the room and put down a bag on Isaac''s table. "I''ve brought
you the thing you want, President Arnold."
"Alright. You may leave now."
She nodded and shuffled toward the door before ncing at Patricia subconsciously.
Patricia hurriedly put down her hands and shed a smile at her. "Hi, Miss Lock."
"Your face is flushing, Miss Aniston. Are you down with a fever or something?"
Patricia shook her head. "No. I think my face is red because I was getting some rest with my head on
the table earlier." She was anxious as she spoke.
Only after Sore left the office did Patricia let out a breath. Fortunately, Sore didn''t detect anything.
Otherwise, she would''ve been very embarrassed.
Isaac put down the bag on her table and gaped at her with his dark, bottomless gaze. "Get changed.
Don''t you feel ufortable?"
Hearing that, Patricia just wanted to hide in a pit on the floor if there was one. Her face turned a shade
redder as she red at the man. She pressed her lips into a line and waited for a while before asking,
"What do you mean?"
This woman is still ying dumb. Isaac put on a cheeky smile. "I touched it."
Then, he held out his right hand and showed her the middle finger.
Patricia was just an innocent woman, so how could she possibly know how to respond when the man
teased her? She stood straight up and picked up the bag before dashing toward the lounge. This man
is terrible. I have to stay as far away from him as possible!
Isaac chuckled. "You taste sweet."