You Are My One and Only

Chapter 2

The man in the car revealed his face, but he looked nothing like Scott and Stellan as Sylvie had claimed because he was a bald, middle-aged man wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

Disappointment washed over Sylvie’s eyes, and she hung her tiny head while the man chided them a little.

Hence, Patricia quickly apologized, saying they had the wrong person.

Then, she picked up Sylvie.

"Sylvie Aniston, that’s enough.Let’s go home."

… Late at night, Patricia drove a second-hand Toyota and stopped it right before the OTG Hospital entrance.

"Hey, you can’t stop your car here!"

Ignoring the security trying to stop her, Patricia picked up her baby daughter from the passenger seat and dashed into the hospital without shoes on.

Right now, she couldn’t hear or see anything, and all she could think about was emergency care for her daughter! "Doctor, doctor!"

With her daughter in her arms, she ran into the emergency department, trembling.

"Please save my daughter quickly.She’s having convulsions from the fever!" she cried, tears rolling down her face.

Hurriedly, the doctor took over the unconscious child.

"Wait outside.We’ll administer first aid and save her."

the nurse on the side led Patricia

condition, she’ll have to be hospitalized and maybe needs to be admitted into the

her head, Patricia answered, "Okay, please

happen to Sylvie, she thought.What if the fever damages her brain? She was still alright when they returned from Lochner City, but unexpectedly, she started

daring to think further, she

hurried footsteps sounded from the hospital entrance

man walking in the front was the tallest, and he had the most oppressive

black coat that he had meticulously buttoned all the way to the top, making him appear even more aloof, while his deep-set features and dark eyes, which pointed a

as he exuded

people would naturally make way for

in distraught, so she didn’t notice someone coming her way, and all of a sudden, she

"Woah!"

a familiar smell wafted to her nose.Out of reflex, the man extended his long arm and held

"Thank you…"

her head, met his cold, dark eyes, and

winter’s day can give me a chill, I’m getting the chills from his eyes.Is this guy made of ice? she thought.He steadied her and

walk forward, leaving only the view of his broad back

snapped back to her senses in disgruntlement when

snapped, "Sir, you

who walked into

The man who stepped into the elevator heard what she

then did he notice that this woman was wearing old-fashioned pajamas, had messy hair, and

the only word he had to

was barefoot, and her feet were scarlet from the cold with a few scratches on the tips