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

The doctor did not answer immediately, and instead asked, "Is your family with you?"Samantha, who had been standing at a corner, promptly replied, "I'm his wife."Like any other human being, Samantha yearned dearly for the one thing she lacked. While she was just a mistress, she certainly would never miss a chance to introduce herself as Mrs. Spencer out in the open!"Is my husband alright, doctor?" she asked then."No, there's no need for worry," the doctor replied. "Anyway, I'll be writing a receipt for you, Mr. Spencer. There's another test you should take."After writing on a piece of paper and passing it to Lionel Spencer, the doctor said, "You can go now. Your wife can stay."Lionel, however, could tell that the doctor was trying to send him out of the room. "Just be honest with me, doctor," he said. "There's no need to hide anything from me. I'm prepared for the worst."The doctor stayed awkwardly silent for a moment, and said, "Very well."He read through the reports a

"L-Let go…" Irene whispered even as she struggled. Isaac did not, however, and held her soft hand in his palm as he leaned in to kiss her lips.Irene would have usually resisted, but she was weirdly silent and did not push him away this time.In fact, she closed her eyes, quietly feeling the breath of another person and her heart racing as a result! His kiss was passionate, endless and enrapturing. One could not help being captivated by it! Since it was the first time she was being so docile, Isaac wanted more than kisses, and began to reach deeper to conquer her.His fingertips brushed past her collarbone, loosening her collar and sliding off her straps. Irene finally regained her senses from his dizzying kiss when she felt the sudden coldness over her chest, and realizing what he was doing, evaded him in panic. "Stop!"Isaac's gaze appeared clouded. "You enjoyed that too, didn't you?""No, I didn't." Irene denied it."Really?" Isaac brushed a finger over her lips that was

"Yes, there isn't a limit," the cashier repeated, and explained, "The spending limit of Centurion Cards is upward of a billion."As a matter of fact, only the super-rich could afford the set of china Irene had picked.Being an employee there, the cashier had naturally met many such individuals, and more or less understood the way things worked among the upper-class. On the other hand, Irene was dumbstruck, but she soon remembered Isaac's words. "You can buy anything you want."She finally understood that now… but how could she bear to accept so much money from him?Meanwhile, the cashier had already gift-wrapped the tea set, and Mrs. Watson walked up to carry it for Irene. "Your card, ma'am." The cashier then returned the card, holding it with both hands once more.As Irene took it, she suddenly found it so heavy she would drop it—but it was just a card.She thought Isaac was joking when he told her that she loved her, and did not take it seriously. But why would he give

Ricky stammered, "I-I thought you're not going to help? Why are you here?!"Irene remained cold as ever. "To remove my plaster cast.""Hah! I knew you were an ingrate!" Ricky snapped indignantly—she would always be this cold, even though their father was asking to see her from his deathbed!"Mrs. Jefferson has done all she can!" Mrs. Watson snapped. "She even consulted—""Mrs. Watson," Irene called out to her, cutting her short.She did not have to explain her actions to anyone, let alone Samantha's son! Ricky could think whatever he wanted, and she was not obligated to find out or care. Still, Lionel must have heard them in his ward, and called out, "Irene?'Irene pursed her lips. "Yeah, it's me.""Come in. I have something to say."Irene was reluctant, and simply said, "You just take care of yourself.""Irene!" Lionel's tone turned forceful just then. "Do I have to get out of my bed?" "Stop it, Dad. She must have fed her conscience to the dogs," Ricky snapped."Watch