You Are My One and Only

Chapter 289
Patricia's face flushed crimson upon hearing his words, and she shook her head like a rattle. "Cut it out, Isaac. We're eating
here!"
Is this what you should be saying over the dining table?! Sheesh!
However, Isaac's smile only deepened, and a hint of cheer laced his eyes, making him exceptionally good-looking.
Just then, Rose entered the private restaurant with her mother in hand. A smile enveloped her face when she saw Isaac from
afar. However, it disappeared the second she saw him holding Patricia's hand.
"What's wrong, Rose?" Martha asked when she found her daughter stopping.
She had been celebrating Nikola's birthday in the banquet hall upstairs until Rose dragged her here, saying that Nikola owned an
amazing private restaurant.
Just when Rose thought she could enjoy a pleasant meal, she had to witness this of all things!
After settling Martha at a table, she let her mother order their food while she went to chat with Isaac.
It was only then Martha discovered Isaac and Patricia. She was experiencing an epiphany, realizing Rose had not only finished
her bachelor's degree in advance because of him but that he was also the reason she cultivated black roses in the greenhouse
at home.
All these years, all this girl could ever see was Isaac.
At that, she sighed. Girls sure left their homes once they found love.
Rose was dressed in a short, bright red dress for the night. Her long, slender legs were on display, making her look exceptionally
enchanting.

"Hey, Isaac, what a coincidence!" she called out to Isaac as she approached his table. "We're eating here as well. Why don't you
join us?"
While speaking, she pointed toward Martha, who was sitting only some distance away. Isaac dipped his head as a greeting, and
Martha replied with a smile.
She was Nikola's stepmother, and their relationship was lukewarm, so Isaac wasn't familiar with her. If anything, he'd just dip his
head and say hi whenever he saw her at an event.
Patricia, on the other hand, became somewhat grim after seeing Rose, for the young woman was the epitome of a perfect match
for Isaac. No matter how many girlfriends Isaac previously had, she would ultimately be the one he married.
As the thought crossed her mind, her perfectly fine appetite disappeared, and she no longer wanted to eat anything on the table.
At that, she stabbed the venison on her plate repeatedly with a fork, upset.
She knew there was a pretty big gap between her and Isaac—hell, she was even a mother of three. She wasn't worthy of him,
but she wanted nothing more than to be by his side and receive his care and protection forever.
Alas, once this desire began, she wouldn't be able to stop it any longer.
In the past, she thought she would already be happy with one romantic relationship her whole life, but now, she wanted more.
She didn't want to lose this man.
Seeing how Patricia's gaze dimmed, Isaac turned Rose down at once, saying impassively, "I'm having dinner with my girlfriend
here, Miss Ortega, and we'd like to enjoy it alone. You and Mrs. Ortega should go ahead and enjoy your food."
Rose turned grim in response, having never been rejected so openly. However, she kept her composure and smiled. "Oh, alright
then. I'll let you guys get back to your food."
With that, she returned to Martha. Meanwhile, Patricia began missing her mother when she watched Rose as sat down

gracefully and chatted with Martha.
She remembered seeing her mother when she was very little, but in the years after that, she was gone from her life. Thus, the
image of her mother was vague in her memories.
More than that, there were no photos of her mother at home. She hadn't a clue what caused her father to loathe her mother so
deeply that he'd destroy everything that had to do with her like she never existed on the planet before.
Just then, Isaac handed her a disposable glove. "Here, Trish. It's to nibble the goat."
"Huh?" Patricia kept her lips slightly parted as his voice brought her back to reality.
Meanwhile, Isaac put on the gloves, pulled out a chunk of meat, and put it on her plate, saying, "I remember you had a great time
nibbling last time."