Sherry stood still. John smiled. “Don’t you want to have lunch?” Sherry sighed. She picked up the teapot and filled his cup with tea. When the cup was filled, John extended his hand to the air. “Bring it to me.” Sherry wanted to splash the tea onto his face, but for the sake of indulging in the delicious lunch at the employee canteen, Sherry carefully passed him the cup full of tea. John finished it in a few gulps and continued reading the newspaper. Sherry furrowed her brows. He had said earlier that he was going to work, yet he was reading the newspaper after Shannon left. As the question continued to baffle her, John demanded, “Another cup.” Sherry sulked. He really treated her as a servant! Nevertheless, she sighed and poured him another cup of tea. Some time went by and John showed no intention of leaving, so Sherry asked, “John, how much is my pay?” John looked at her. “Why are you asking?” Sherry glared at him. “Aren't you going to pay me?” He curled his
While she was enjoying her snack by the flowers, Shannon’s maid, Celine, came by. She looked at Sherry coldly. “Who allowed you to eat the master’s leftovers? Don’t you know we are not allowed to touch master’s things?!” Sherry ignored her and continued munching on the snack. She pinched a soft pastry and wobbled it in front of her. “Do you want one?” Celine’s expression changed. “I am not an imbecile who cannot follow rules like you!” Fine. More for her. Sherry continued to eat without even sparing an extra glance at Celine. Celine watched her put the soft pastry into her mouth one after another. She gulped but irritation colored her features. She grunted and grumbled, “If Uncle Marlow and Aunt Emerence find out, you will be punished!” Sherry glanced at her. “Last piece.” “No! I don’t want it!” Celine turned her back on her. Sherry scoffed and tossed the last piece into her mouth. After filling her stomach, she got up for a stretch and said, “John is not here. You do
Celine chased after Shannon. “Madam, are you really just going to let her be?” “Shut your mouth! Don’t you ever dare say something like that again!” Shannon shouted at her. Julie already made it clear that Sherry was John’s personal maid and Shannon’s sister by name. No matter how much Shannon resented Sherry or hoped for her death, even if John was okay with it, laying a finger on her sister would damage her reputation, and the public would condemn her for hurting a family member. Shocked, Celine immediately covered her mouth. …The temperature started to plummet following the sun setting over the horizon. Sherry got up and went out for a walk. There was still some time until dinner, and she had no idea when John would come back, so she wanted to get some fresh air. Celine was by the front gate when Sherry came over. She glared at Sherry but was blatantly ignored. Sherry went out of the gate and started wandering along the main pathway with her hands pocketed. “Ms
Sherry glared at him. The bastard was threatening her with meals again. In the next second, the arrogance on Sherry’s face was replaced by a flattering smile. “Master John, what are you talking about? I don’t understand. I came out here to welcome you because I assumed you would be back around this hour. I happened to run into Julie here, so we chatted.” She then turned to Julie. “Am I right, Julie?” Julie’s gentle expression froze for a moment. She forced herself to maintain her gentle smile and said to John, “Ms. Fowler is right. She came out here to welcome you home, and I bumped into her, so we chatted.” John curled his lips when he heard Sherry claiming that she came out to welcome him. There was delight in his gaze when he looked at Sherry. He instructed the driver, “Drive.” The driver started the cart and drove closer to the ladies. John glanced at Sherry when the cart stopped beside them. “Why are you standing there? Follow us.” He then lazily retracted his gaze
Sherry pursed her lips tightly to hold back her urge to slap John with the handkerchief. Instead, she took it, brought it out to the trash, and then returned to Celine’s side. However, less than two minutes later, John dropped a fork and looked expectantly at her. Sherry was looking elsewhere and pretended not to hear the fork falling. He smirked. “Bring me another fork.” Sherry rolled her eyes. She brought him another one from the kitchen, put it in front of him, and returned to Celine’s side. A few minutes later, he dropped his spoon. He looked at her expectantly again, and Sherry looked up at the ceiling. “Grab me a spoon.” Sherry inhaled deeply to calm her annoyance and brought him another spoon. Just when she thought nothing else would happen and she could finally get off work, he dropped something else. The living room fell into silence. Even Shannon stopped eating and looked at him with a complicated expression. John looked at Sherry with a mischievous grin.
Sherry furrowed her brows. “I still have to clean up the table. I’ll go up later.” John narrowed his eyes while Shannon was stunned. Celine was shocked that Sherry volunteered to clean the table. Sherry’s eyes glinted fiercely as she looked at the leftovers on the table. John knew exactly what she wanted. His gaze and tone turned cold and said, “Come now, or you won’t get anything to eat later or tomorrow.” Sherry clenched her teeth tightly to resist the urge to scold him. She then said to Celine, “Celine, I’ll clean the table later. Just go rest.” Celine was stunned once again. Shannon was also confused. Sherry then walked to John and followed him to the study. She kept her distance from John as she reluctantly walked up the stairs. Shannon was left at the dining table as a frosty look overtook her features. Celine’s eyes flickered and said immediately, “Madam, I’ll go keep an eye on her!” “That won’t be necessary. Tidy up. I’ll go myself,” Shannon said as she st
Shannon’s gaze shifted. She looked at the kind and handsome man before her eyes, uncertain if he was being truthful or not. It sounded genuine, but with Sherry lying down on the couch, would she not distract the man? Just when she was thinking of some other way to stay with him, the man lost his patience. The smile on his face turned cold, and so did the eyes behind his golden-framed glasses. Startled, Shannon immediately said, “I’ll go back to the room, John. Try not to work too late.” John merely smiled and hummed a reply. Shannon coldly sized Sherry up from top to bottom before she left. Nevertheless, Sherry shut her eyes and did not look at her sister. Her eyes remained shut even after Shannon left the room. She relaxed her hands and propped her legs up on the couch to sleep in a more comfortable way. Some time later, she sensed something shadowing above her head. She opened her eyes and saw John standing in front of her, peering down. He curled his lips. “Comfortab
Before the meeting even finished, Sherry gobbled up more than half of the food on the table. Empty plates and beer cans were stacked in pillars in front of her. Mr. Clarkson and his men were distracted by her eating manners in the midst of discussing the details with Peter. Sherry was munching on a lamb chop when she sensed their gazes. A quick pause later, she said, “Go on, don’t mind me.” Why would they look at her? She was just there to carry the briefcase, after all. The men then looked at John with Mr. Clarkson wearing an awkward smile. “Master Stockton, we’ve been talking for a while now, and we haven’t learned who this lady is.” John glanced at Sherry. “Just a maid here to carry my briefcase.” Mr. Clarkson was stunned. He thought that Sherry was either John’s secretary or wife, or even his secret lover. He never expected her to be just a maid, and one without any countenance or behavior of a maid. Mr. Clarkson put his questions aside. This meeting was to get John t
She was her usual self in every aspect. She put her heart into her job and never started trouble so long as nobody tried to start trouble with her. The crew cycled through their locations during their shoot. The constant travel made her skin break out slightly, but there were no other concerns otherwise. The shoot progressed very smoothly and within three months, they managed to wrap up everything at the mountainous region previously mentioned. It was nearly evening when they wrapped up the shoot. Holding a bouquet in hand, she took a group picture with the crew and celebrated with everyone. After that, she planned to hitch a ride with another crew member and leave for home. To their demise, some men in uniform who claimed to be the road maintenance technicians showed up to break the bad news to them. They mentioned that they had to repair some of the roads urgently and so the way home was temporarily obstructed. The director took his phone and called the city hotline fo
He remembered his first meeting with Isabel. She was sitting all by herself on the floor, in the middle of nowhere. Her vulnerable expression only made her more endearing. So, he managed to get her to go to his place and installed her in his home. He fell for her and paid careful attention to all her needs. It did not take long before Isabel caught feelings for him as well. The two of them got together in no time. Their days were plain and ordinary, but also very fulfilling, that was until he met Clarice. With the help of his father, his power struggle with Roland had reached a tipping point. It was at that opportune moment when Clarice’s father saw something in Roland and planned to wed his daughter Clarice to him to join up their families, which was a cause for alarm for Decker. He stressed over it for an entire night before approaching Clarice himself the very next day. Clarice quickly caught feelings for him as well. Furthermore, Roland had been foolish enough to reject
Decker was smiling quite earnestly at Isabel. Isabel threw a deeply suspicious look at him, then she glanced at the stack of documents laid out on top of the table in front of her. “Transferal of Shares.” She was dumbfounded. "I've gone through the contract, it’s safe to sign so go ahead.” Roland picked up a pen and handed it to her. "Roland, I..." "Sign it first, I’ll explain when we get home.” Isabel frowned and tried to protest. "I—" "Don't make me have to beg." Isabel did not know how to respond. Fine. She briefly scanned through the contract. The contract stated Decker’s agreement to transfer the remaining forty percent of his shares in Rockwell Corporation to her. Roland must have talked to the shareholders of Rockwell Corporation about this as well. They all regarded Isabel with polite smiles. Isabel had flipped through the final page of the document. She signed her name on one of the marked-out sections. She proceeded to sign all thr
They ended the call shortly after that. Isabel glanced at Martha and was hesitating if she should break the news right away. Martha seemed to have sensed her staring and suddenly turned to her with a flash of concern. "Isabel, what's wrong?" Isabel took a deep breath and broke the news. "Auntie, Master Rockwell just passed away." Martha's eyes widened. After a lengthy silence that lasted more than ten seconds, she started to break out in tears. She covered her face with her hands and expressed amid bouts of tears mixed with laughter, “Wonderful! About time! I hope he enjoys life in the underworld. God knows that someone like him will never deserve a spot in heaven!” Isabel did not know whether she should celebrate with Martha or console her. Soon, Martha began to collect herself. She briefly wiped away her tears and joyfully took Isabel's hand. "Isabel, let’s go shopping! I’m in such a good mood today, I’m going to go on a shopping spree!” "Okay. But Roland w
Isabel held onto Roland's hand firmly during the entire drive home after leaving the hospital. It was because Roland’s hands were cold and rigid. Isabel sat with him and tirelessly rubbed his hand to keep them warm. After one hand was warm, she would shift her attention to the other. By the time she managed to warm the other hand, the original hand would turn cold again. She decided it was easier to take both of his hands and caress them with the warmth of her palms. Roland looked at her with a gentle glow deep within his eyes. “Thank you, Isabel,” he said softly. Thank you for loving him, and for sticking by his side all this time despite circumstances. Isabel smiled. “I’m just warming your hands, it's no big deal. Still, you’re welcome." Roland smiled faintly and left it at that. Soon, his hands began to warm up off of the heat of Isabel’s palms. When Isabel felt that his hands were no longer freezing, she prepared to pull her hand away. That was when
Decker looked nothing like his usual self. The pompous, arrogant man who held himself far above others and who expected everyone around him to kiss up to him because he was superior to them all. It was as if he had been plunged not only to Earth but a pile of swamp. He had completely lost his usual grace. Isabel said crossly, "Decker, have you gone mental? Is everything going on too much for you?” “Yeah, could you help me?” he said with a coy smile, “Just one hug should be enough to take care of it all.” Isabel rolled her eyes. Without warning, he suddenly braced himself and lunged right at Isabel, stepping past Brandon who was caught off guard by this sudden attack. Isabel barely had time to react. Just when it seemed like his hand was about to graze Isabel, a long pair of arms seized Isabel from behind and jerked her backward. It was swiftly followed by a long, muscular leg shooting outward right next to Isabel. Thump! Decker was kicked to the ground.
"How did you and Roland meet?" Decker suddenly asked. Isabel turned away, fully intent on ignoring him. "Did you meet each other at Carter Corporation? Or did you meet him outside of work and gradually fell in love with him, then you decided to set him up with a position at Carter Corporation?” What did he mean by that? Was he insinuating that Roland was relying on her to snake his way into Carter Corporation? She threw a sideways, belittling look at him. "Do you think Roland is anything like you? He wouldn’t latch on another woman to further his goals.” Decker was not upset by this as he continued with a smug smile. "Oh? Then how did he get into Carter Corporation?" “He proved his worth.” Isabel realized that she had been roped in by Decker again. Nevertheless, she continued, “He passed the interviews himself. I was one of the interviewers and initially planned to dismiss him, but he managed to leave a very good impression on my father and the rest was history.” "
"I never meant to kill him! Roland, you have to believe me. Why would I still try to deceive you when I’m in this state?” “In that case, you can go ahead and explain things to him in the afterlife.” Master Rockwell was taken aback by this, his demeanor tightened. "You...you..." Roland looked at him calmly. "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. It was Grandma and my parents who raised me. They instilled morals and virtue into me and made sure I’d grow into a decent man.” Master Rockwell was briefly relieved to hear this, but before he could rid himself of his trepidation, Roland continued in a dark voice, "But I won’t forget about you and Decker bribing all those media outlets to defame Isabel. I know you manipulated the stock prices to try to kick me out of the corporation. I’ll make sure to settle our score through the legal system.” If convicted guilty, they would have to rot in prison. “Roland… listen to me, Roland. Decker is your uncle. If you want revenge, you can come
Master Rockwell must have heard their shifting movements and opened his eyes. When he recognized the faces of Roland and Isabel, there was a brief glow in his murky eyes. He motioned to the nurse to have her help him sit up from the bed. After he managed to position himself seated up against the head of the bed, he asked the nurse to leave. Then he cast a loving, tender smile on Roland and Isabel. “Roland, Isabel, please have a seat.” Roland said disinterestedly, "We have things to get to, just hurry up and tell us what you have to say." Isabel stayed silent. A look flashed in Master Rockwell's eyes. Then, he turned to Isabel and expressed regretfully, "Isabel, I’m a foolish old man, it was me who told Decker to leak pictures of you two. He had no choice because I forced him to do so. If you have to blame someone, blame me!” Isabel frowned. She was somewhat impressed by how smoothly the old man switched his mask from one to another. From a forlorn and sad state t