You Are My One and Only

Chapter 232

Chapter 232

Chapter 232

The two women continued drinking. Patricia rested her chin on her hand and looked at Darcie.

"Darcie, do you think he has the guts to come?"

Patricia didn't want to let this go without a fight. Her anger would only be appeased when she gave Percy a good beating.

Darcie shook her head. "I doubt it!"

She didn't know much about Percy. They merely engaged in horizontal activities in bed without speaking much.

She had no clue what kind of man he was.

Patricia giggled. "That's good. What if I can't actually overpower him?"

The two women started giggling again, and Darcie stroked Patricia's face.

"You're so cute, Tricia!"

Patricia's adorable side came out whenever she was drunk. She became a chatterbox.

Half an hour later, two tall figures walked into the room. They separated as each one went over to a different woman.

Isaac bent down and called out to Patricia. "Patricia, who said you could drink like that?"

Doesn't she know how wild she gets whenever she touches even the slightest bit of alcohol?

Isaac realized this the last time when he nearly ended up doing the deed with her. It was dangerous whenever she got drunk.

Patricia gave him a wide-eyed stare. She snickered when the handsome face came close.

"What a handsome man! You look kind of familiar," she commented as she stroked his face.

Isaac's expression darkened at once. "You don't recognize me?"

Just then, Darcie squealed.

"Why are you here, Percy?"

She scooted over to Patricia in fright. The thought of him in bed terrified her. He was too much for her to handle.

As soon as Patricia heard the name, she leaped to her feet and shielded Darcie behind her.

"You're here at last. Let's fight!"

Percy frowned. He glanced at Isaac, who was standing beside Patricia, and gave him a pleading look.

However, Isaac merely looked on in silence.

He was pissed that Patricia didn't remember who he was.

Patricia balled her fists and got into a fighting position.

"Come on! I'm not afraid of you! Why did you make Darcie get into all sorts of positions in bed? Do you think you can do whatever you want to us women?"

Percy's eyes widened slightly, while Isaac turned a little red. He couldn't keep silent anymore.

He smirked and asked, "What's going on, Pers? You and Miss Bowes?"

Percy couldn't help but chuckle. "That's right. I slept with her, and not just once."

Isaac felt as if his pride and self-esteem as a man had just taken a sucker punch. He was the one who got to know Patricia first, but he fell so far behind Percy, who had already slept with Darcie.

He was jealous; completely and utterly jealous.

He grabbed Patricia and herded her out the door.

Patricia didn't want to leave. She continued to kick up a fuss and waved her fists in Darcie's direction.

"Come here, Percy! Let's fight and we'll see if you dare to mess with Darcie again! She's got me to protect her, so don't even think about hurting her."

Her words were drawn out in choppy sentences, but everyone understood what she said.

Percy felt safe now that Isaac had stepped in.

Otherwise, he was in for a beating tonight.

Isaac stuffed Patricia into the car before climbing in and giving his command to the driver.

"Take me home."

Patricia had knocked her head when she was being shoved into the car. The pain made her wail.

"It hurts!"

Isaac frowned. He pulled her into his arms and began to blow on her head.

"Does this help with the pain?"

He felt as if he were attempting to console a child, but he rather enjoyed himself.

Patricia chuckled when she felt his breath.

"Yes. It doesn't hurt anymore. It won't hurt if you blow on it."

This was what she taught Sylvie, and she believed it too.

Isaac continued to hold her in his arms. He was exhausted as he had slept rather late last night and spent the night on that tiny couch, which meant he had slept quite poorly.

As he held her close now, he began to feel a little drowsy.

Patricia was splayed out on his chest. Her fingers toyed with his diamond-studded buttons.

Her large eyes seemed to sparkle as she muttered, "Mommy found some diamonds, Sylvie. I'll take them home for you. I'm sure you'll like them."