You Are My One and Only

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?"

doubt, his grandfather must have

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

felt his cool, naked skin against hers, she felt the heat within

in relief, then raised her hands and circled them around

Isaac furrowed his brows.

this woman hugged him, he became even hotter and wanted to let

him from time to time, the drug

his, and kissed her fiercely, sucking her mouth like delicious

slowly, it wasn’t enough for him, and he

thud, both fell onto the

"It hurts…"

arms refusing to let

the man couldn’t be bothered anymore as he

times it was, but she couldn’t take it anymore and had

by the sounds of people knocking on the door, and

was blank, and she had

moment, the door burst open, and a group of people

is a raid! Hands on

the police station, Patricia was regarded as a prostitute, but she had no idea at all how things

informed the Aniston Family, and they

was critical of her when

the main seat, Hendrick Aniston, the master of the family, pulled a long, solemn

"Grandpa…"

and explained, "I didn’t do it.I really didn’t.I was clearly sleeping at home, but I

still unclear about

her stepmother, Gwen,

If the police didn’t inform us, we wouldn’t even imagine that

"Tricia," Adeline chipped in.

with sleeping with just anyone? Aren’t you

at those

enough.Say no more.Tricia, tomorrow onwards, you’re going to study abroad in Tamalom, and you’re

stood up and left as though he didn’t want

"Grandpa!"

him loudly, but he walked away without

believe that Hendrick was still siding with his beloved Patricia even when things had come to this point; the objective of her plan was to have Patricia

the Young Lady of the Aniston Family, she had

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

Don’t even dream

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