Isabel had eaten Roland’s mother’s cooking several times. The first time was after Roland was officially hired as the vice president of Carter Corporation. He mentioned that this was his mother’s way of thanking Isabel for helping her back then. Isabel never thought much of what she did for his mother since it did not take much effort on her part. However, Roland sounded very sincere when he invited her. Another factor was his irresistibly handsome face which made it near impossible for her to say no. She thought it was going to be a regular meal and wanted to get it over with quickly. To her surprise, his mother had made a sumptuous feast fit for a king where the table was stacked full of different dishes and all of them tasted of gourmet quality. She even thought she was dining at a five-star restaurant at one point. Furthermore, it was cuisine from Southboro that she had not tasted for a long time. Although Southboro was a place associated with painful memories, the q
She looked at the table and the empty plates laid on it, then she remarked, “Isabel sure eats a lot.” She turned to Roland. “Roland, are you full?" "I'm full." After a moment of silence, he asked, "Mom, did you make any more cookies?” Martha made a face and said, “Hold on, I’ll make something for you.” With that, she went into the kitchen. After a while, she emerged with a bowl of noodles. Roland took his time with the noodles. His mother sat across from him and looked at him tenderly. “Roland, why did she leave in such a hurry?” "She’s only here for supper.” Martha regarded him silently. She gave him a sideways glance and seemed slightly upset. She questioned him, “Why didn’t you ask her to stay for the night?” “There’s no need for that. She lives nearby.” Martha sighed. “Roland, don't you get what I’m trying to say here?” "I do.” Roland continued after a brief silence, “I don’t think I'm worthy enough to become her partner right now.” Martha
It was only after Max began working closely with Isabel that he got a firm grasp on her temper. She was easy to get along with. She was also a terrific actor and very intelligent. She treated people the same way they treated her. If you were on good terms with her, she would treat you kindly as well. If you stayed out of her way, she would keep out of your way as well. However, if you dared to get on her bad side, she would make sure you got what you deserved. There had been several stars who tried to usurp her place, but it did not work out well for any of them. Max admired and respected her very much, he was also wary of offending her. He smiled sheepishly at Isabel after. Isabel fell into a pensive silence, then she probed. "How much is he investing?” Max shaped the figure with his fingers. Isabel's eyes glowed up. One hundred million! Certainly a hefty investment. "Okay, I'll go." She readily agreed. Given such a sizable investment, they no long
Both Max and the assistant director heard the strangely flirtatious tone in Decker’s voice and turned to look at Isabel. Isabel scoffed, “It’s hard to forget you. You hit my face so bad that it swelled up like a tumor was growing on my face.” In all her life, her parents had never raised their hand against her even once, then there was this man who had practically abused her! Decker frowned and expressed wryly, "Isabel, you were the one who was too impulsive at the time. You almost ruined my carefully devised plan. I didn't have time to explain to you, so that’s the only thing I could have done. I only wanted you to calm down.” Isabel nearly rolled her eyes back into their sockets. She might have lost her memory then, but she was no idiot! How dare he try to manipulate her again! She said snappily, "I'm not in the mood to listen to your pathetic explanation. Why don’t you let me just slap you in the face and then scram?” Decker stiffened briefly. Max, the assist
With that, Isabel prepared to open the door and leave. “I’ll pull back the investment. Don’t try me!” Decker said in a guttural growl. She turned back to him, noticing the vicious look in his eyes. It looked like he was going to strangle her to death right then and there. She said dismissively, “We have more than enough funds, so we don’t need your money. Do whatever you want. I don’t care.” Decker took a deep breath and threatened her again with whatever he could come up with, “I will ruin your reputation and sabotage your career. Do you think I won’t do that to you?” Isabel broke out in amused laughter. “I don’t believe you.” He was certainly not the first one to try; many had tried and failed in the past. Decker stiffened. He was abashed by Isabel’s wild laughter and how confident she seemed, even when her career was being threatened. This was not the same person he knew—the gentle, doting, and kind girl who was attached to him like a parasite. The one who provi
Inside the private box overlooking the parking lot, Decker had just wiped his face clean of the wine Isabel had splashed on him. He stood by the window and watched silently as Isabel's car pulled out of the lot. His eyes were dark and ponderous. He suddenly grinned and said to himself, "Isabel, you are full of surprises.” He had been missing her day and night for the last five years. The girl had cast a spell on him. In the past five years, he had got involved with countless beautiful women, all of them no less beautiful than Isabel. And yet, none of them managed to seize his heart the way she did. Sometimes at night, when he was by himself at night, he would miss her to the point of losing his mind. Then, he found out that she was active in Westchester. He made time out of his busy schedule and came here to see her. The way he pictured it in his mind, he expected her shocked reaction upon seeing him to be a mixture of anger and sadness. He thought that all he need
There was hardly any traffic at this hour. Before long, they were nearing Isabel’s residence. She sat by the window and looked outside, her mind wandering. At one point, she spotted a handsome and familiar figure walking down the street, illuminated by the faint glow of the streetlights. "Slow down, Ben,” she said to the driver. The driver slowed down as he was told. Isabel lowered the window to get a better look. The young man was trotting down the street by himself, donned in a fitted suit. He stood tall and handsome, his stride steady. On a night such as this, his melancholic figure looked like a prince that had been banished from his homeland and was wandering, looking for a place to belong. He exuded a fine charm around him that was entirely captivating and unique. Isabel wondered if she had drunk a little more than she thought. She continued to lean out the window the longer she stared at the man until nearly her entire head was hanging out. The car dre
Roland stopped and turned to Isabel with a glitter of light in his eyes. Isabel crossed her hands across her chest and asked haughtily, "Do you have anything against me?” "No," he muttered. "Then, why have you been ignoring me?” He did not answer. Isabel wanted to get angry at him but could not make herself hurl more insults at him when she saw how handsome he looked. She took a breath and said, “It’s not like I want you to stay this late at the office every day. You can assign some of the work to the people under you.” Why was he trying to handle everything by himself? There were a lot of competent employees at Carter Corporation. Roland cocked an eyebrow at her. “Do you think I’m anything like you?” Isabel's eyes flashed, and she seemed ecstatic to finally have something to call him out on. “See! I knew you have something against me!” Why else would he say something like that if he felt otherwise? He must have been used because she had left him to