The car came to a sudden halt, causing Irene's face to crash into Theodore's hard chest. She immediately pulled her head back, trying to sit straight, but Theodore's hands in her hair prevented her from doing so. He didn't want to show her that he cared, but seeing her tear-stained face stirred a whirlwind of emotions in his heart.Unable to resist, he held her closer, her face buried in his chest, as if trying to calm his own racing heart. Maybe he just didn't want to see her cry. It was better for her to relax first before he let her go."You're so mean," Irene hiccuped, attempting to move away from his chest, but his hand kept her in place, making the situation even more awkward for her."Shhhh! Don't cry. You don't look good with tears," Theodore awkwardly caressed her head. He had never been good at comforting women, especially not when they were crying. It was unfamiliar territory for him."I don't want to look good at all. Why do you have to be so mean? I'm hurt, and you're sti

A piercing shriek reverberated through the tranquil garden of the sprawling mansion.Irene tumbled to the ground, her knees scraped and raw, a heart-wrenching cry escaping her lips. The intensity of her scream seemed to ignite a fire within her chest, each breath stinging as if her lungs were ablaze.Theodore's expression remained stoic, his gaze fixed on her prone form. However, beneath that composed exterior, a surge of anger surged through him. How could she subject herself to such harm?Without hesitation, he closed the distance between them, his presence casting a shadow over her. Standing behind her, he loomed like a sentinel.Clenching her fist, Irene grasped at the cool strands of grass beneath her, her heart racing in tandem with his proximity. A shiver of unease crept up her spine, her senses keenly aware of his nearness. Shock and a hint of fear danced in her eyes, a palpable tension hanging in the air."What's the matter now? Haven't I been repeatedly told to spare those d

Irene ran as far as she could, feeling a sense of unease with his tone and the way he addressed her as 'Mrs. Myers'. It sent shivers down her spine.She never expected his rude behaviour to comply with her request, which came as quite a shock to her.With a limping ankle, Irene started running through the darkness. The absence of street lights made everything seem even darker, with only this mansion standing alone in this strange place.It felt as if everything around Irene was closing in on her, threatening to consume her as she ran aimlessly, unaware of her surroundings. Frustration grew within her as she realised she was nowhere near her intended destination."What the hell," Irene cursed, her exhaustion evident from her relentless running. Her body was on the verge of giving up, and she had no idea where to go or how to reach her desired location. It was a hopeless situation.Irene felt more unfamiliar with this place than she did with Cyril. She desperately wished she could seek

Knock! Knock."Come in," Irene politely replied to the person knocking on the door. She had slept like a log all night, despite being in a new place. Exhaustion from running and Cyril's unresponsive behaviour had left her feeling confused.At least Cyril had provided her with clothes and bandaged her wounds. Her feet were also bandaged, causing her some discomfort."Mam, sir is asking for you to come and have breakfast," a maid said, bowing her head respectfully."How about bringing me my breakfast here? And you don't need to bow. I'm just a guest, not the owner or an important person in this mansion," Irene smiled awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable with the maid's deference.In the Jones' family, nobody, not even the guards, had ever shown her any respect as a human being. They treated her like an insect, or maybe even worse. So, seeing this young girl, who was perhaps only slightly older than her, treating her with such respect was a new experience."I can't do that, mam. Otherwise, t

Irene was taken aback by Misha's question, leaving her at a loss for words. The revelation that Misha knew about Cyril shocked her to the core. It just didn't seem right. Irene's relationship with Cyril was purely platonic, but he had shown signs of being a troubled individual with psychopathic tendencies.The thought of Cyril attempting to molest her and casually bragging about it in her own apartment sickened her. She couldn't confide in her own family about this; who would believe her? They would never fathom that someone from the esteemed Myers family could commit such heinous acts."Or maybe they'll be thrilled that, despite my plain appearance, I managed to attract someone from the Myers family," Irene pondered silently. She was relieved that her family remained unaware of her connection with Josh. However, doubts lingered in her mind. What if they already knew? That would not bode well for her and Josh. Although they weren't officially in a relationship, their actions suggested