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."

while the nurse on the side led Patricia out of

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

answered, "Okay, please

the fever damages her brain? She was still alright when they returned from Lochner City, but unexpectedly, she started

daring to think further, she sobbed while walking toward the

footsteps sounded from the hospital entrance as

was the tallest, and he had the most oppressive air about

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 little upwards at the ends, were

as he exuded an

would naturally make way

someone coming her way, and all of a sudden, she felt a jolt of pain in her head as

"Woah!"

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

"Thank you…"

her head, met his cold,

his eyes.Is this guy made of ice? she thought.He steadied her

he continued to walk forward, leaving only the view

back to her senses in disgruntlement

head around and snapped, "Sir, you

walked into me! she

the elevator

was wearing old-fashioned pajamas, had messy hair, and had red

word

and her feet were scarlet from the