Chapter 117


    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!”


    I knew it! Alcohol is man’s worst enemy! What happenedst 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 nket hastily to take a good look at herself. Apparently, she was still in her


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    pajamas and she did not feel ufortable anywhere.


    A wave of relief washed over her. I must’ve drank too muchst 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 notprehend 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


    bedst night.


    Gazing at the woman conjured some images in his head that had transpiredst night. It had been


    a while since he rxed 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 happenedst 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.”


    A 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 ufortable tingling pain from her chest.


    Isaac took a sip of his coffee as an ambiguous glint shed 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 fromst night.


    He smiled faintly. “It seems like it. I’ll have Liam buy some medicine for you. You shoulde to


    thepany and apply some cream. You’ll soon be fine.”