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 out

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

Patricia answered, "Okay, please save

should happen to Sylvie, she thought.What if the fever damages her brain? She was still alright when they returned

daring to think further, she sobbed while walking toward

then, hurried footsteps sounded from the hospital entrance as

tallest, and he had the most oppressive air about

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

lips together as he exuded

he went, people would

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

"Woah!"

to her nose.Out of reflex, the man extended his long arm and held her by

"Thank you…"

his cold, dark

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 reminded her emotionlessly,

he continued to walk forward, leaving only the view

back to her senses in disgruntlement when he had walked toward

snapped, "Sir, you should

who walked into me! she

the elevator heard

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

word he had

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