Irene's frustration reached its peak, and she realised she couldn't tolerate him anymore. Her patience had run out, and she no longer had the will to compromise. Though Irene wished to speak these words directly to his face, she knew he would completely ignore her and proceed with his absurd plan to frighten her by using her husband's name, which was nothing short of a complete disaster. "Don't worry too much; I won't do anything harmful... yet," Theodore chuckled, amused by Irene's behaviour. Even though she tried to hide her face, it was evident how repulsed she was, to the point of wanting to kick him out. Her expression mirrored her disgust. The disguise as Cyril gave Theodore a sense of satisfaction. It was a clever strategy he used whenever he wanted to wander incognito. Not many people knew his cousin Cyril, who lived overseas. This anonymity provided a comforting shield. "Cyril, it would be best if you left. This doesn't feel right. My landlord won't allow a guy to stay h
"I want to talk to him. Only then can you stay here. It's nearly morning, and I have classes in a few hours. I need some rest," Irene spoke sternly, emphasising her point. If he insisted on being so stubborn, she wouldn't go easy on him. He could display his obstinacy elsewhere, not when she was in dire need of sleep. Otherwise, she would become nothing more than a sleep-deprived zombie. "Who gave you permission to use that tone with Cyril Myers?" Theodore clenched his teeth, shooting her an angry look. In truth, he wasn't truly angry with her stubborn behaviour; annoyance was a more accurate description. Nevertheless, he wanted to feign anger, just as she was attempting to project false confidence. Irene felt intimidated by his piercing green eyes, brimming with anger, and his furrowed brow, which lent him a menacing aura. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to prevail in any argument within this room. "Furthermore, I have to work in a few hours. It would be best if we
"Irene?" Leo Jones called out, his voice filled with a mix of concern and frustration."Yes, Dad," Irene replied, her heart pounding in her chest as she stood before the Jones family. She felt a jumble of emotions, knowing that this encounter was not going to end well. The way her mother had sounded on the phone, so angry and disappointed, it was clear that trouble was brewing.Leo's question hung in the air, and Irene couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion. How was she supposed to answer? Everyone knew she had no relationship with Theodore Myers, let alone ever met him. The situation seemed absurd."He is my husband, that's all, Dad," Irene responded, her voice steady despite the anxiety that threatened to consume her. She didn't want to reveal the turmoil inside her, the fear that gripped her heart.Leo's voice rose, filled with anger and frustration. "I never said he's not your husband, you foolish girl! I'm asking what on earth you're doing, what kind of wife you are, when yo
Irene was taken aback by Misha's question, leaving her at a loss for words. The revelation that Misha knew about Cyril shocked her to the core. It just didn't seem right. Irene's relationship with Cyril was purely platonic, but he had shown signs of being a troubled individual with psychopathic tendencies.The thought of Cyril attempting to molest her and casually bragging about it in her own apartment sickened her. She couldn't confide in her own family about this; who would believe her? They would never fathom that someone from the esteemed Myers family could commit such heinous acts."Or maybe they'll be thrilled that, despite my plain appearance, I managed to attract someone from the Myers family," Irene pondered silently. She was relieved that her family remained unaware of her connection with Josh. However, doubts lingered in her mind. What if they already knew? That would not bode well for her and Josh. Although they weren't officially in a relationship, their actions suggested
The sudden commotion in the hall left everyone present feeling confused. Irene, engrossed in a heated conversation, was taken aback when she heard her name being called out."Cyril," Irene's eyes widened, her palms becoming sweaty as she laid eyes on him. She couldn't understand why he seemed so rushed."I asked you something, Irene. What the hell are you doing here?" Theodore walked closer, standing in front of Irene, disregarding the stares from the Jones family.The moment he learned that Irene was here, he abandoned all his work and hurried over, thinking she might want to discuss divorce. He was still furious about how she had brought up the topic in front of him, even if she wasn't serious. After all, he was her husband.Over the past three months, this husband of hers had been through so much. And then he discovered the closeness between his wife and Josh Crick. Secretary Albert had been keeping him updated on Irene's activities for the past three months. Albert was the only pe
Theodore steps came to a sudden halt, his gaze fixated on Misha, who had the audacity to stand in his way. A surge of anger coursed through him, igniting a desire to commit unspeakable acts right then and there.He didn't mind indulging in such dark thoughts, for he had always harboured a sinister inclination towards the entire Jones family. Well, everyone except Irene, that is.Daggers shot from Theodore's eyes, causing Misha to tremble under his murderous glare. "You dare?" he growled, his voice dripping with menace, sending shivers down the spines of everyone in the Jones family.Irene was taken aback by his behaviour. He had always been intimidating, but today he seemed to have crossed a line, toying with her emotions in the most terrifying way possible.Leo, sensing the danger, stepped in to shield Misha from Theodore's wrath. Fear gripped him as he witnessed the terrifying transformation of the man before him. He couldn't fathom how someone he once knew could exude such an aura
Theodore's eyes twitched upon hearing Irene's dismissive words, causing a surge of anger to course through him. Ignoring her indifference, he reached out and grasped her feet with his icy hands, sending a shiver down her spine and leaving her utterly shocked.An electric current seemed to surge through her body, yet she stubbornly refused to meet his gaze, unwilling to confront him. In a swift motion, he pulled her towards him by her feet, while his other hand provided support for her back, settling her onto his lap. The intoxicating scent of her body overwhelmed him, making her even more irresistible than she already was.Irene's breath hitched at his sudden action, her face buried in his broad, muscular chest, her senses filled with the alluring fragrance of his expensive cologne. His deep, commanding voice resonated in the air as he asked, "What were you saying before, sweetheart?" The weight of his presence made the atmosphere heavy and suffocating, making it difficult for Irene t
"That's quite feisty of you, little one," Theodore's voice dripped with sarcasm, anger simmering beneath the surface.For the first time in his entire life, a woman sat in his lap, her presence a foreign touch. And yet, she had the audacity to curse him, a fact that he found both laughable and intriguing.Theodore Myers, a man who commanded respect without even showing his face, had never encountered someone who dared to raise their voice against him, let alone curse him. And now, here she was, his own little wife.The Myers family name was not just a brand; it was the foundation upon which all other brands were built. And yet, this girl, despite knowing who he was, had defied him.Of course, she had no idea that he was her husband. Theodore found the situation all the more exhilarating."Well, I hate it when someone touches me without my consent," Irene replied, her voice firm and unwavering."Why doesn't it seem that way? Your body seems to respond quite well to my touch," Theodore'