Irene quickly averted her eyes and tried to avoid them, but Stan suddenly said, "Mr. Jefferson is here. Aren't you going to greet him?"His voice drew the attention of those nearby.As Isaac turned to look, Irene had nowhere to hide. Meeting his gaze and flashing a smile, she said, "I was going to consult Stan…""About what?" Isaac asked, despite knowing the answer. He just wanted to know how she was going to answer. Moreover, he had the feeling that she was distancing herself from him. She kept claiming that she was busy and never returned to the mansion, even stopping him from attending Lionel's funeral."It's nothing important," she said flatly.Remaining impassive, Isaac told her, "Come with me."With that, he headed inside his own office. Irene stood where she was, hesitating if she should follow. Seeing that she was not moving, Stan quietly told her, "Just go already—Mr. Jefferson is being nice, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a temper.""I know," Irene repli
"You were consulting Stan about business administration, weren't you? Because you know nothing about that?" Isaac's voice was quiet, even calm—but the undercurrent in his voice was violent!Irene braced herself and met his gaze. "My dad left the company under my management, but I studied medicine and know nothing about business. I also thought that you'd be busy and didn't want to impose, which was why I asked Stan—""Really?" Isaac chortled coolly. "Tell me, what's gotten into you this time?!"Irene smiled. "But I'm just fine—""Still keeping up that act?" Isaac snapped, cutting her short. "Did my grandfather talk to you?"Irene's smile faded right then, and her lips curled downward."Did he tell you to leave me?" Isaac asked.Irene hung her head, but said, "No.""Then why are you being so cold?" he demanded. Irene suddenly looked up, her face suddenly pale. "Because I don't want to…"… Fall for him, and be lost in her attraction to him."Don't want to what?" Isaac took
"You've been working for Isaac for a while now, so you should know his favorite food. Can you tell me about it?" Kathy smiled.Stan, however, was wary—she addressed Isaac on a first-name basis, and not by 'Mr. Jefferson.' "Why bother asking? You know that Mr. Jefferson married Ms. Spencer, who just left." Stan was certainly sharp enough to tell what Kathy was up to the instant she asked, and weighed down on 'Mr. Jefferson'—he was telling her to know her place as an employee, and not get out of line!Kathy murmured meekly, "I'm just…""You're here to work, so do your job and quit messing around. Have some dignity as a woman, and don't lust after a married man!" Stan warned her, and turned to leave. Kathy's innocent expression turned to a hateful glare—in her opinion, he was meddling in her business. A mere assistant, talking to her like that?Her hands clenched into knuckles at her sides as her desire to become Mrs. Jefferson became even stronger! One day, she would have S
After Stan left, Moneypenny started to address her differently. "Ms. Spencer, you have not done what Master Jefferson asked you to do, have you? We even heard that you went to Master Isaac's office." "I wasn't looking for him," Irene replied. "I needed to talk to Stan Hill—""It doesn't matter who you were looking for—you're not doing your job!" Moneypenny snapped. "Since you're not up to the task, Master Jefferson insists on doing it himself. Now, you just have to lure Master Isaac to a designated location, and it would be mission accomplished.""Where?""Hotel Langdon, specifically the penthouse presidential suite," Moneypenny replied.Irene could not believe her ears. Henry Jefferson was already attempting to make Isaac sleep with Kathy?!"What, are you refusing?" Moneypenny asked. Irene certainly was reluctant. How could she bear to make the man she loved sleep with another woman?"Did you forget your promise to Master Jefferson?" Moneypenny reminded her, and paused for
Irene entered and greeted him. "Mr. Jefferson."Isaac glowered at that title, but Irene was not in the mood to fawn over him, let alone notice his expression."Are you free tonight?" she asked stiffly.Isaac leaned against his chair and asked flatly, "Why?""I've booked a room at Hotel Langdon," she said, her hands clenching and relaxing repeatedly before she could finally calm down and speak. "It's the penthouse—""Wait." Isaac cut her short before she could finish. "What was that again?"His aloofness was feigned—he could barely hold back his excitement. How could he not be pleased with an invitation from Irene, after all?It was his ego that stopped him from expressing it."So, are you busy tonight?" Irene asked."No," he replied so quickly that it betrayed his mood.Irene wanted so much for him to say yes.But she was even more afraid that he would.What if harm came to Tommy if he did not play along? She was at once conflicted and hurting. "I will wait for you th
At first, Irene's enthusiasm had clouded his mind.However, now that Isaac thought about it, she had been cold to him just this morning. Suddenly, she was getting eager, even inviting him to a hotel.It was clearly not logical."I just wanted to thank you. Is that so wrong?" Irene asked."What?""Stan taught me a lot today and helped with many decisions," she explained. "I know that he did his best only because of you, so I want to thank you.""That's it?" Isaac's voice turned quieter.It was not because she loved him, and wanted to be with him—she just wanted to repay him for helping her?"Hah!" He snorted coolly and darkly. "So you're giving yourself to me in return?"Those words hurt Irene profoundly, but she repressed her pain and leaned against his arm, saying, "I love you."Isaac jammed his foot on the brakes, stopping the car by the road.His expression stiffened for seconds—her words certainly resounded in his mind!"Do you know what you're saying?" he asked quiet
Irene cried out in surprise!"Help—Oof!"Her assailant had clasped a hand over her mouth, even as she struggled wildly! Even so, he was too strong for him, and she was dragged into a car… when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the driver.It was Stan!Her pupils dilated, and she turned to find Isaac.But how could it be him? He should be in the penthouse with Kathy, and he must have drunk the drugged red wine by now!She stopped struggling then, and murmured gingerly, "What…"The myriad colored lights outside flashed as their car zoomed along the highway, but Isaac remained shrouded in the darkness as he spoke, "Trying to give me off to another woman, were you?"HIs voice seemed to boom with a dark edge!Irene exclaimed, "I didn't want to do it!"Isaac was not in the mood for her explanations, however—she had done it, and should therefore admit to it!His silence left her heart all strung up. "I…"Meanwhile, Stan had stopped the car at the basement parking lot of the Lig
With those words, Issac got out of the car, slamming the door with a loud bang.Irene flinched. "Isaac?"That night… It was him?She dragged her sore body out of the car and tried to give chase, only to realize suddenly that she was buck naked. Pulling a shirt to hide her chest, she yelled, "Get back here, Isaac Jefferson!"There was only darkness in the underground parking lot, and the echoes of her own voice were her answer. The hazard lights were flashing, but he was nowhere to be seen.He was gone. Irene laughed, and soon tears covered her face. She was no slut—she had only been with one man, and it was Isaac!She suddenly had a slight desire for him… to be with him!She sniffled loudly, and ignored her pain as she picked up her own clothes.She had decided that she would go to Henry, and tell him that Tommy was no bastard, but was Isaac's son!After putting on her clothes, her knees suddenly caved and she almost slipped, but managed to catch the car door in time