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."

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,

fever damages her brain? She was still alright when they returned from Lochner

further, she

the hospital entrance as a group of men in

was the tallest, and

way to the top, making him appear even more aloof, while his deep-set features and dark eyes, which pointed a little

he exuded an authoritative aura and was

went, people would naturally make way for

didn’t notice someone coming her way, and all of

"Woah!"

she lost her balance as she fell to the side, and a familiar smell wafted to her nose.Out of reflex, the man extended his long arm and held her

"Thank you…"

met his

day can give me a chill, I’m getting the chills from his eyes.Is this guy made of ice? she

he continued to walk forward, leaving only the view of his broad

her senses in disgruntlement

her head around and snapped, "Sir,

one who walked

stepped into the elevator heard what she said and cast

old-fashioned pajamas, had messy hair, and had red eyes swollen

word he had

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