You Are My One and Only

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"It’s so hot…"

Patricia Aniston grumbled softly as she woke up dazedly in a hotel room.

She felt terribly uncomfortable, as though her entire body was on fire and it was scorching hot.

As she tossed and turned in bed, her face flushed so brightly that it was as though blood would ooze out, and she was breathless.

Slowly, she sat up, but her eyes were unfocused, and she couldn’t tell where she was.

The abnormal activity in her body was causing her a great deal of discomfort, and it was as though bugs were chewing on her; it itched so much that she reached out to tug at her clothes.

A few buttons popped off the red dress she was wearing, revealing the fair, white skin on her chest, but it made her feel more comfortable because it cooled her a little.

She rubbed her legs together irritably, thinking this was an utterly peculiar feeling.

Uncomfortable, hot and irritating.

Then, she slid off the bed and searched for water.

Not only was she thirsty, she was also hot, and she needed water.

Maybe she would feel better after drinking some water.

A pair of slender, fair legs, which were shimmering with a translucent glow, stepped on the soft carpet.

Through her blurry gaze, she saw a water jug on a round table near her, and she stumbled over, picked up the pitcher, and poured the water into her mouth.

However, the jug’s spout was wide, and the water that didn’t flow into her tiny mouth flowed down her neck instead.

As a result, her clothes were soaked, and they clad onto her body tightly, accentuating her figure, which was already stunning, to begin with.

The bathroom door opened, and a man stepped out with only a white bath towel around his waist.

His hair was drenched, and water dripped off the ends, falling on his muscular chest as droplets before they rolled down over his clear-cut abs and onto the loosely-draped bath towel.

At first, the man was stunned, but he frowned afterward.

As he shook his jet-black hair, he felt something inside his body brewing, and when he opened his eyes again, they had turned bloodshot.

He sensed that something was amiss, so he wondered, Is there a problem with the wine? Then, unwittingly, his eyes darted toward the wine glass beside the bed.

With his strong and firm grip, he grabbed Patricia and coldly asked, "Are you sent here by my grandfather?"

his grandfather must have sent him a woman

about having great-grandchildren that he actually drugged my wine! Patricia fell into his embrace, and her hands moved against his skin wildly,

hers, she

hands and circled them around his neck so she could stick her skin against

Isaac furrowed his brows.

already feeling hot and uneasy, but when this woman hugged him, he became even hotter and

to him and rubbing against him from time to time, the drug in his body

his, and kissed her

merely giving it a try, but slowly, it wasn’t enough for him, and he started to

fell onto the

"It hurts…"

arms refusing to

man couldn’t be bothered anymore as he met his demands

long nor how many times it was, but she couldn’t

of people knocking on the door,

and she had

the door burst open, and a group of people barged

is a raid! Hands on your head and knees

was regarded as a prostitute, but she had no idea at all how things turned out

Aniston Family, and

critical of her when she returned

of the family, pulled a long, solemn face when he saw that his beloved granddaughter had done something

"Grandpa…"

didn’t.I was clearly sleeping at home, but I don’t know why something like

now, she was still unclear

stepmother, Gwen,

already been arrested? If the police didn’t inform us, we wouldn’t

"Tricia," Adeline chipped in.

that it’s disgusting? Are you okay with sleeping with just anyone? Aren’t

at those

going to study abroad in Tamalom, and you’re

his declaration, he stood up and left as though

"Grandpa!"

loudly, but he walked

with his beloved Patricia even when things had come to this point; the objective of her plan was to have Patricia kicked out

hold the title of the Young Lady

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

abroad? Don’t even dream

way to Tamalom! … Six years later, Patricia walked briskly out of the Appleby City Airport as she dragged her

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