Samantha tried to reach for Irene again, but Zachary stopped her and warned, "Mess around again, and I'm calling the cops!"That finally kept the woman in line.Leading Irene to his car, he asked, "What's going on here? I told you I'd help you get discharged. Why were you trying to leave early?"Irene kept her head down. "I just felt like it.""Want me to drive you home?" he asked.Irene nodded. "Okay." Neither of them spoke before they reached the mansion.When they reached the front gates and Zachary stopped his car, he hesitated for a moment before telling Irene, "I got Isaac a woman like you'd suggested last night, but he did not even touch her."Irene suddenly looked up, slightly surprised and cheering up without knowing it herself.Nonetheless, she kept her indifferent expression. "Really?"Zachary nodded. "Of course. Would I lie to you?"Irene naturally believed him.Then, as she alighted, he suddenly called out to her again. "Irene…""Yeah?" She turned around.Ho
Mrs. Watson had always been calm and composed—why was she panicking out of the blue?Irene quickly put aside her work and asked, "What's wrong, Mrs. Watson?"Mrs. Watson held out her phone in front of her. "Here, take a look."Irene glanced at the screen and saw that it was a video of the little piece of theater that Samantha put together at Central Hospital this morning. Someone has uploaded it online, but it was clipped and framed in a way that portrayed Irene as the villainess. She did not need imagination to tell who was responsible—Samantha herself had done all that this morning solely for this!With networking being as advanced as it is, it is very convenient to get someone flamed online if one is willing to pay enough for traffic. After all, netizens are rarely smart and believe whatever they see, never once trying to uncover the truth for themselves. In fact, the worst ones are so warped in world view and character that they could drive a perfectly nice person over the ed
Isaac did not return home that night, but Irene thought nothing of it. Without a job, she lounged around in the mansion, taking her time to nurture her body while working part-time as an online medical consultant.Though she never left the house, she took no notice of the scandal Samantha fabricated, let alone find out how far things had gone.When Isaac did not return over the next few days, Irene decided that this was the best chance to run away, and so told Mrs. Watson, "Can you give me the check for the cleaners? I'll pick up the laundry.""Oh, I can get it for you!" Mrs. Watson suggested. "Actually, I want to leave the house for a while too." Irene smiled. "Picking up the laundry afterward is just convenient."In reality, she would leave once she picked up her laundry. As Mrs. Watson passed her the check, she looked at Mrs. Watson for a while before reaching out to give her a hug, saying, "I'm going to miss you, Mrs. Watson."Mrs. Watson laughed. "What are you on about,
Isaac had initially been indifferent toward the entire event, but looked upstage when Mark prompted him. Beneath the chandelier, a gorgeous figure sat elegantly before the piano.He raised his brow in surprise.To think that Irene would show up at a place like this… and to think that she could play the piano!"Ms. Spencer is really multi-talented," Mark added. "My wife's been telling me that she is a fine dancer too."At the same time, Isaac's gaze was glued to the stage. As Irene placed her long, thin fingers gently atop the piano keys, she seemed to relax her entire body. Her fingertips pressed down ever so slightly, and with the ring of the first key, a comforting rhythm quickly followed with perfect harmony…Mark was not well-versed with the piano, but he was eager to share his delight with Isaac. "I've really worked so hard to develop the medicine, and things would not have been done so quickly if not for the huge investment you put into the later phases!"Naturally, Isa
It was only then that Irene suddenly remembered that Isaac was an investor in Mark's business, and it was natural that he would be present today. She massaged her temples. How could she have forgotten about that?"Get over here!" Isaac barked over the phone."Got it," she said, and put away the phone while telling the man with glasses, "I'm sorry, but I have something else to do—I have to go."With that, she hurried to the car waiting by the road, but just as she reached the handle for the rear door, Isaac snapped, "Ride shotgun."Irene reluctantly got in the front passenger seat, and she barely sat down when Isaac asked impatiently, "Can't you quit messing around, Irene Spencer?"Irene frowned, thinking once again that he was crazy.How was she messing around? How did she manage to upset him again?Putting on her seatbelt, she simply said, "Please don't create an argument out of nothing."In truth, Isaac himself did not know what was happening just then—he was quick to anger
Isaac was perfectly aware of how fair Irene's skin was, but it was only now that he realized how tender and smooth it was to the touch.It felt as if a feather brushed against his heart—he craved that sensation. He became obsessed with that sensation.At the same time, Irene's eyes widened in astonishment, her pupils dilating.… What was he doing?No.No way!She could not do this with him given her physical condition, but Isaac was going further and further… Unable to free herself from his restraint, she steeled herself and bit his lips! Isaac's grip loosened from the pain, and she seized the moment to push him away. Glaring at him, she snapped, "What are you doing, Isaac Jefferson?! What do you take me for, some whore who spreads her legs for every man she meets?" Isaac held her gaze with a distant look. "Isn't that exactly what you are?"Irene almost slapped him across the face right then, but she stopped herself.After all, she could not afford to do it now, just
At the same time, Irene turned away from him, keeping her head down even as a certain emotion briefly flashed in her eyes. She was done cooking half an hour later—simple dishes with nothing elaborate.When Isaac sat down by the dining table, he realized that there was only one person's portion and asked, "Aren't you eating?""I'm not hungry," Irene replied and sat down with him, accompanying him although she was not eating. They were more or less married, weren’t they? Even though the only evidence for that was their marriage certificate and nothing else.One way or another, they were getting along unusually well today.-They had breakfast together the next morning, and Isaac said, "I can give you a ride to the hospital before going to work."Irene had not told him that she would not be working there anymore.Keeping her head down, she replied, "I won't be going today."Isaac simply presumed that she was still under the weather, and as such did not say anything. "I can h
It was Isaac's secretary, and she had finished checking Irene's bank records."I found nothing, sir. There are no records of ticket purchases."In reality, Irene had sent Sheryl away before herself. Naturally, she would never board a transport that required ID or bank records to run away. Instead, she arranged for the purchase of a small pre-owned car and kept it in Gostir Mall's basement parking lot. Everything down to her route was planned so that she would avoid any cameras to make a stealthy escape. Naturally, she had picked a mall since it would always be crowded, and she could put on a disguise to elude prying eyes. There was no way anyone could track her down—they would not even know where to start! -Be that as it may, Isaac checked through all security footage at the mall, though he did not find any trace of her.Both his secretary and chauffeur kept their heads down, afraid to speak at all while his expression turned icy. Despite his silence, the air around him