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."

emergency rescue on the child while the nurse on the side led Patricia

the bill first.Given her condition, she’ll have to be hospitalized and maybe needs to be admitted into the

Patricia answered, "Okay,

she thought.What if the fever damages her brain? She was still alright when

to think further, she sobbed while

entrance as a group of men in suits walked

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

him appear even more aloof, while his deep-set features and dark eyes, which pointed a

he exuded an authoritative aura and was

people would naturally make

lowered in distraught, so she didn’t notice someone coming her way, and all of a sudden, she felt a jolt of pain in her head as she

"Woah!"

fell to the side, and a familiar smell wafted to her nose.Out of reflex, the

"Thank you…"

met his cold, dark eyes, and

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 reminded her emotionlessly, "Miss, please watch

continued to walk forward, leaving only the view of

back to her senses in disgruntlement

she swiveled her head around and snapped, "Sir,

one who walked into

the elevator heard what

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

word he had to

she was barefoot, and her feet were scarlet from the cold with a few