Naturally, there was no way Isaac would listen.Walking up to Irene's bed, he sat on it and lay down beside her. Irene had to slide away to make enough room for him, or he would be on top of her again."This bed is too small for two," she whispered. Isaac pulled her into his arms, nestling his nose against her neck. "We're married. We would be sleeping together.Irene was speechless, but her whole body had stiffened and she was afraid to move!Isaac was so close that her skin seemed to burn and flush where there was contact. His hot breath was spraying over a sensitive spot just behind her ear, leaving her on edge."Could you let me go?" she asked drily.Isaac growled, "No."With that, he did nothing else, and his breathing was soon rhythmic. Irene was speechless. Did he fall asleep already? But there was no way she could!The bed was too small for her to get away from him, and so she sighed in resignation and started at the ceiling, planning various ways to calm hersel
Lulu had no idea where to start, just as she had trouble spilling her guts.Nonetheless, Irene was very patient and did not rush Lulu—she knew that Lulu needed time, and afforded her silence even as the clock on the wall ticked away."Irene… I'm sure you know that Zachary comes from riches, and there is a clear gap in our statuses. His mother actually approached me when she found out about our relationship—""And she told you to break up with him?" Irene asked. "Using money to coerce you, like they do on TV?"She was naturally aware that Zachary's family was a dynasty of its own."What are you talking about? Of course not!"Lulu had been downtrodden at first, but Irene's urging somehow made her relieved. "Look," she explained, "all she said was that she hopes for Zachary's future wife to be someone who can actually help him. She favors the daughter of Centric United's CEO, and that woman is definitely an ideal support for Zachary with her family influence." "She told me in co
"It's the amount Mr. Jefferson told us to prepare," Stan said.Harvey was fuming. How did 70 million dollars end up as 21 million dollars?! Isaac was clearly reneging!He stormed off to look for Isaac to argue his case, and Isaac just happened to finish his discussion with Mr. Layton. Mr. Layton flashed an awkward smile when he saw Harvey, and left without even a greeting. Still, he was clearly set on a partnership with Isaac than Harvey anyway. Harvey did not leave him with any harsh remarks, since no agreement was actually signed and calling it off beforehand was not reneging. They were all business people, and making things awkward for one another was unnecessary.And Harvey was a man who could see the bigger picture.After Mr. Layton was out of earshot, he finally spoke, "Are you breaking the deal, Mr. Jefferson?"Isaac simply turned and headed back to his office, so Harvey followed him, snapping relentlessly, "You made the bid yourself! So why are you paying me only 21 mi
Isaac finally looked straight at Harvey then. So he was upset about the painting… But Isaac did not mind that at all!"Burn it," he told Stan nonchalantly. Irene painted him? Fine. He just had to burn it into ashes!Harvey was at a loss for words from sheer frustration. Isaac had gone too far!At the same time, Stan promptly called someone to get the job done, before telling Harvey, "Please leave, Mr. Gooding!"Harvey's chest was heaving with a fiery rage, but he had nowhere to rant!To add insult to injury—it might even have been Stan's plan—the instant he stepped out of the building, he found the painting being burnt! Rage could hardly describe how he felt just then. "Stan, is your boss actually in love with Irene Spencer?"He had no idea why Isaac was calm despite everything he said, but there was one plausible explanation: Isaac was in love with Irene. But if he was, why would he throw her off a building?Naturally, Stan knew that for a fact, but there was no way h
Irene was stunned. Surely it was not Isaac? More importantly, did he overhear what Harvey just said?Still, she relaxed as she looked toward the door and saw that it was Mrs. Watson.Naturally, Harvey saw the way she reacted. Was she that afraid of Isaac? Still, her fear made sense—Harvey himself could not beat Isaac at all, and it was only imaginable how much abuse Irene suffered in his hands!While Harvey quietly mused to himself, Mrs. Watson looked at him warily and put the food she brought on the table. "You should be resting, Mrs. Jefferson."Irene could see that Mrs. Watson did not like Harvey, and smiled. "I know."Even after all that had happened, she cared for Mrs. Watson because she had really been nice to her."I'm having lunch now, Harvey, and I'm afraid I don't have anything to spare. You should go."Harvey pursed his lips—why did it feel like he was being shown the door the entire day? Be it maids or Stan, every single employee Isaac had were disgustingly p
Isaac did not move. Irene blinked. "You want to eat mine?"Before he could say a word, she continued, "I drank from the soup. My spit is in it.""I don't mind," Isaac replied. Irene was left speechless, her jaw almost dropping right then!Was this really the Isaac she knew? When did he become so carefree? Nonetheless, she clutched at the bowl, as if worried he would take it—but that was not the case, since she was just embarrassed to give it to him. They were not intimate enough to drink from the same bowl!"Are you blushing?" Isaac chuckled.Getting embarrassed so easily? She was just so innocent.Irene touched her own cheek, but retorted, "I'm not. Don't lie."Isaac did not want to argue, and simply said tenderly, "Of course. If you say so."Irene felt herself tensing up and evaded his gaze right then. She herself had no idea what she was being embarrassed about, but Isaac's words were just ambiguous!Isaac stopped teasing her just then, and he had a simple lunch bec
Isaac studied the courier and saw the large bouquet of roses he was holding.Who were those meant for? Irene Spencer?At the same time, Irene was craning her head from her bed in curiosity. "Who is it?"The courier could feel the chilling presence Isaac was projecting, and gingerly replied, "Are you Ms. Spencer? I'm from City Express, and I will need your signature for your parcel.""Who's the parcel from?" Irene asked. "A Mr. Gooding, ma'am," he replied.Irene promptly turned toward Isaac, and noticed his jaw clenching—she was just looking from a particular angle, but could still sense the displeasure he felt.She could tell that Isaac guessed that it was Harvey, who deliberately sent it even though it would incur Isaac's wrath.Meanwhile, the courier quickly sidestepped Isaac and squeezed his way in, passing her the receipt to be signed before handing her the bouquet of ninety-nine roses. "Thank you."Irene smiled in return as he quickly left the room, feeling as if this wa
As Irene hung her head, Stan said, "Please pack her belongings, Mrs. Watson."Despite what Stan said, Mrs. Watson just had to pick up Irene's laundry and nothing else. After she was done, Stan brought a wheelchair, and Mrs. Watson helped Irene to get on it.With the men he brought, it looked as if Stan was afraid she would run away, and the overkill was enough for Mrs. Watson to tell that something was wrong. "Did you upset your husband again, Mrs. Jefferson?"Irene said nothing."Why?" Mrs. Watson simply could not understand, and disliked that about her. Irene could get along with Isaac and have a blissful married life with him. How many women would die for that?!"Because—"Before Irene could finish, however, they watched as Stan stomped on the rose bouquet Harvey sent, leaving an utter mess before telling Irene, "Mr. Jefferson's orders."Irene remained impassive—she did not really like those roses anyway."Do whatever you want," she said flatly. "Was that from the man