Chapter 153
When Patricia finally gathered the tiniest sliver of wits about her, she let out muffled cries as she
pushed Isaac off of her.
Isaac seemed to regain some of his senses too. He pulled back and gave her enough space to sit
up, but her top had been yanked apart, disying her pale, white…
“Ah!”
Patricia grabbed a pillow to hide her chest. “Isaac Arnold! You’ve gone too far!”
Isaac was feeling rather ufortable too. It took all of his willpower to rein himself in. He wanted
to continue, but from the looks of it, that was not going to happen.
His breathing remained heavy as his eyes shed dangerously. One day, he was going to lock her
within his arms and make her his, for good.
For now, all he could do was respond with a cunning smile. “Do you know where you were
touching? Don’t you know how dangerous it is to touch a man there?”
Patricia blinked and tried to recall what happened earlier. I was just applying the ointment as per
yourmand. I didn’t touch anywhere I shouldn’t, right?
“How should I know? I’m not a man.”
Even now, images of what they had been doing were shing across her mind, and it drove her
crazy. It was such a strange feeling.
Why did I enjoy it so much? Why did I want it to continue? It was just a natural, biological
response, right? She tried to convince herself.
She was twenty-four now, so it was normal for her to have desires too. That had to be why.
Patricia’s hands snuck behind the pillow, and she began to button up her top. She had not even
noticed when he yanked them apart.
She was hurting a little too, from how strongly he held onto her. Isaac, you scoundrel! How she
would love to hit him.
If it wasn’t because she owed him money and because he paid her well, she truly longed to give
him a solid beating.
Isaac got up and put his ck shirt back on. While buttoning the shirt with one hand, his eyes
bored straight into her.
“Patricia, I told you. I like you. This is what a person does with someone they like.”
If he did not like her, he would nevery a finger on her.
Countless women would willingly get into bed with him. If that was what he wanted, they would line
up by the hundreds, eager for a chance to please him.
Atst, Patricia managed to button her top. She slid off the bed and adjusted her skirt.
“Mr. Arnold, I hope you will show me more respect in the future. Even if you like me, did I agree to
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this? I did not, so it counts as sexual assault. I could sue you if I wanted to.”
She stepped with haste toward the door and left at once.
Isaac nced around the bedroom. When she was in here with him, it felt like home.
Now that she was gone, the room felt cold and empty—void of the warmth that one associated
with home.
He put his jacket back on, his movements robotic, but his expression grim.
Just then, his phone began to ring, so he picked it up.
“What is it?”
“Mr. Arnold, I’ve booked the ballroom for you and Miss Aniston’s engagement party next week. Do
you wish to decide on the details in person beforehand? For example, picking out the decor and
theme of the engagement party.”
Isaac was already in a foul mood. Liam’s call was just adding fuel to fire.
“You decide. Don’t bother asking me.”
He ended the call immediately, leaving Liam frozen in ce. The wedding nners began to
pepper him with questions.
“Will Mr. and Mrs. Arnold being over to decide on the theme for their engagement party? We
have a variety of themes, and we’re also willing to customize one to their exact specifications. After
all, a wedding is a once-in-a-lifetime affair, and a man like Mr. Arnold would surely want the best
there is to offer!”
Liam was already disgruntled by how Isaac barked at him, and hearing the words ‘once-in-a-
lifetime affair’ only made him even more annoyed.
He knew very well that Patricia was the woman Isaac liked, but because he had to get engaged to
Adeline, his mood was understandably sour.
Liam pointed at random and said, “Just go with this one!”