There was a single night light staying lit within the ward, but it was quite dim.Still, Isaac ensured that Irene was sound asleep before closing the door behind him and walking to her bed.He studied her, and saw that the color had returned to her face. It was the case over the past few days, and her cheeks were now almost vibrant and her lips a French pink hue. Her jet-black hair was spread loosely, with a strand sprawled over her brow, but that only adds to her attractiveness.Isaac could not help reaching out to caress her cheek, the tips of his fingers feeling the delicate texture of it.He furrowed his brow. Perhaps his touch tickled her, for Irene turned her head, and Isaac promptly withdrew his hand."Urgh…"Irene turned around in bed, and kept sleeping with her back facing him.She shrugged off her blanket when she turned, so Isaac pulled it over her before lying down beside her on what space was left on the bed. He leaned his face against her nape, and wrapped an arm
That being said, Irene never once tried to understand what Lionel was thinking, or what he actually wanted.In fact, the success he wanted was almost no different from her ambition to become a military doctor. It was just that they had different ambitions, and wanted different things for their lives."All I want is for our family to rise as a dynasty, and my daughter to become an heiress," Lionel said then, pressing his argument because he sensed that Irene was relenting slightly.Nonetheless, Irene pursed her lips and asked, "So, you're saying you have the right to sacrifice me for the sake of your ambition?""How could you call that a sacrifice?" Lionel retorted as if he was in the right. "Is Isaac Jefferson ugly or poor? So many ladies want to marry him but it would never happen, but we have that opportunity—why shouldn't we seize it? In fact, what sort of a husband could you find for yourself if you didn't marry Isaac? Would he be better than Isaac?"Irene was actually stumped
If Isaac was not concerned about her injuries, he might be strangling Irene again.Was marrying him such a terrible grievance?On the other hand, Irene pretended not to hear him, but her twitching eyelashes were a clear sign that she was not asleep.Closing his eyes and taking a moment to let his frustration ease, Isaac reached out to caress her face, and Irene promptly jerked and turned toward him.Isaac chuckled. "Done pretending already?""Pretending for what? I just fell asleep," she said, stretching deliberately while asking languidly, "What are you doing here?""It's only natural for me to visit my wife, no?" he said, his smile still on his face. "Has Mrs. Watson been attending to you?"Irene nodded—Mrs. Watson had been caring for Irene so well that she was the reason Irene had recovered this quickly."When are you getting discharged?" Isaac asked then.Irene, however, would rather live at the hospital than stay under the same roof with him at the mansion. "It's still to
Irene knew that Whitney desired Isaac and was therefore using him to upset her.Unsurprisingly, all of Whitney's repressed rage erupted right then. Lunging forward, she grabbed Irene's neck while shrieking, "Die! You've stolen everything from me, but Isaac will be mine once you're dead!"Irene just wanted to upset her—her body was in no condition for fisticuffs at the moment. "Do you think Isaac would like to see you acting crazy like this, Whitney? Men prefer gentle women, not fishwives."Her words more or less worked because Whitney cared too much about what Isaac thought of her."Mrs. Jefferson…"Mrs. Watson happened to arrive with lunch then. When she saw Whitney trying to hurt Irene, she promptly dropped everything and ran up to them, pulling Whitney away while snapping, "Do you know who she is? How dare you do this to her? You will get it once I tell Mr. Jefferson!"Whitney's face fell as she looked at Mrs. Watson—the old maid would be calling her Mrs. Jefferson if not fo
Irene knew that Isaac was up to no good even as she watched him.And just as expected, he chuckled and said, "I love it when you suffer."She was left speechless for a while, but stayed calm as she retorted, "Your interests are so weird that those who didn't know beforehand would think you're nuts."With those words, she sat on her bed—she was much better now, and had gotten tired after going through some physiotherapy for the day. She then glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already nine, and asked, "Aren't you leaving?'However, the more eager she was to make him leave, the more reluctant Isaac was to do so."Wherever you'll go, I'll be there," he said as he leaned against his couch lazily.Irene simply ignored him and lay down on her bed, when Isaac said, "I'll be sleeping with you here tonight."Ignoring him again, she pulled her blanket to keep herself tightly enveloped, as if afraid that he would come to take it away from her.Isaac smiled at her reaction
Whitney could not care less right then—she must stop Irene from getting it on with Isaac!However, when the door was abruptly opened, Isaac's expression turned to a glower and he sprang to his feet. Glaring at the intruders, he bellowed, "Who let you in here?!"His glower turned even more fearsome when he saw that it was Whitney!Still, Whitney was quick enough to respond in time. "I was going to visit Irene…"Irene, however, was certainly aware that Whitney was here to destroy her. Sitting up in bed, she deliberately and intimately wrapped her arms around Isaac from behind.Despite his considerable height, she was on her bed, allowing her chin enough leverage to rest on Isaac's shoulder.Smiling at Whitney, she asked, "You're visiting me? For what?"Despite her smugness, she was praying inwardly that Isaac would not push her away right then.However, Isaac proved to be at once cooperative and accepting.He loved Irene being this close to him, and the scent wafting from her bo
"You mean, for causing trouble in paradise?" Irene did not deny it. "Of course I am."Yes, she could never get a read on the actual relationship between Isaac and Whitney, but she was not bothered.All she needed to know was that Whitney was head over heels for Isaac, and the fact that she was staying around Isaac would piss Whitney off. Knowing that alone was enough.On the other hand, Isaac loved her honestly, and he swiftly wrapped his arms around her and pinned her against the bed.Irene panicked right then, and her speech turned to a stammer. "W-What are you doing? This is the hospital! You're going to be caught in a scandal if anyone sees you!"Isaac grinned. "Are you saying that we can do it anywhere but the hospital?""That's not what I mean!" Irene promptly denied it—in fact, she would never do it with him wherever they were!Everything she said just now was just to upset Whitney!On the other hand, Isaac was looking with eyes flaring with desire, but he was restrain
Irene stroked her belly, and in her mind, she told her lost child, 'See? The one who hurt you is receiving her just deserts.'Closing the door behind herself, she sat on her bed and glanced at the glass of water Isaac drank.Ever since Whitney showed up, she never touched any food made by the hospital, and only stuck to the food Mrs. Watson brought.Whitney had spiked her drink, but it somehow ended up with Isaac drinking it—taking the bullet for her, figuratively.Whipping out her phone, she called Zachary and told him about Isaac's condition."If push comes to shove, prescribe him something… or get him a woman."Since Whitney was obviously bent on making it count, she would have used something with a high dosage.Furthermore, Isaac also appeared at his wit's end. Her words, however, left Zachary speechless for a long while, though he eventually said, "Okay."Irene hung up, but for some reason, could not fall asleep, ending up tossing and turning in bed for the rest of the n