"Ted." Iris' eyes widened in shock and confusion at Ted's words and facial expression. How could he say such a thing?"You got it wrong," she clarified, trying her best to keep her mind clear. "He's just my boss. He has no feelings for me, and I don't think about him in that way either...""Really?" Ted was clearly unconvinced. He said, his voice hoarse, "You'd rather have him take you home than me. Why? You've known me for eight years; don't I deserve your trust more than someone you've only known for a few months? Am I not worth your trust?"Iris stood up from the couch. "I don't feel so well; I have to go..."She attempted to leave, but Ted seemed unperturbed."You're not leaving," he stated unhurriedly.The moment Iris stood up, she swayed unsteadily and fell back onto the couch. "What have you done to me?"Something felt terribly wrong. This wasn’t merely the feeling of being drunk.Why did she feel so weak?Ted embraced her, gently kissing her on the forehead. She strugg
Iris did not have the strength to escape, so spoke softly in an attempt to reach Ted's conscience. "I've known you for eight years, Ted. Even if I don't love you in that way... I've always considered you my good friend... and I've always trusted you... This is against the law... If you do this, I'll never forgive you..."Ted responded with a manic laugh, sending a shiver down Iris' spine. She felt suffocated by the darkness in Ted's heart."After we have sex, you'll fall in love with me. It's not illegal for a man and a woman who love each other to have sex, is it?" he said, reaching to unbutton her coat. "Do you know that I've never loved another woman in my life?"His fingers brushed against her delicate neck, making Iris' hair stand on end – Iris' body instinctively rejected him.Ted's voice dropped to a low, hoarse whisper. "I'm a normal man with needs. Do you know how I usually satisfy my needs?"Iris was the subject of his fantasy. Every time he masturbated, he fantasized ab
Ted quickly ended the call, glaring at Iris. "Are you really so unwilling to be with me?"Since Iris' plan was foiled, she stopped pretending. Ted would no longer believe her anyway.She expressed her disgust of him openly. "I can't believe you're actually such a disgusting man, Ted Zeller! Simply looking at you makes me feel sick! How could I possibly want to be with you?"His eyes twitched. "You find me disgusting?"A moment later, he continued, "Okay, if that's how you see me, then I'll show you how disgusting I can be!"Fury consumed him as Iris' words filled his mind. He lunged at Iris, tearing at her clothes recklessly...Bang!Suddenly, the door to the private room burst open. Yvonne rushed in, grabbed a bottle and smashed it on Ted's head. Mike seized the chance to pull Ted away from Iris.Mike was with Yvonne when Iris made the call; he had run into her. Yvonne knew where Iris and Ted were; that was why they could reach the place so quickly.Yvonne kicked Ted viciousl
Mike, who was suddenly pushed aside, looked confused at first. However, Yvonne seemed to recognize the man, so he quietly stepped back.Jason assessed Iris. Despite the cold weather, her face was flushed, with beads of sweat forming on her forehead...Yvonne replied angrily, "She was drugged."Jason looked up abruptly, cold fury flashing in his eyes. "Who did this?""Ted Zeller," Yvonne answered. "I won’t let him get away with it."Without hesitation, Jason scooped Iris into his arms. Yvonne quickly went to summon a doctor.There wasn't really an effective treatment for Iris' condition. She was given a sedative to help her through the ordeal.Panting slightly, Iris complained, "I feel so uncomfortable..."Her hair was matted with sweat, clinging to her face and partially obscuring her features. Her lips were slightly parted, crimson and inviting, as she breathed heavily.The sound of her heavy breathing was unbelievably seductive."Everyone leave," Jason instructed."But—"
Jason replied, "You heard wrong," before promptly hanging up.Samuel was left confused. He wondered if Jason might be in a relationship.Putting his phone away, Jason got up to pour a cup of warm water and put it on the table. He helped Iris sit up, then held the cup to her lips, tilting it slightly.Sensing the water on her lips, Iris drank eagerly, quickly finishing the entire cup."Do you want more?" Jason asked softly.Looking up, Iris immediately saw his sharp, distinct facial features. Though she felt a bit better now, she was exhausted, and her body felt weak. "No, I'm good," she replied hoarsely.Realizing she was leaning against him, Iris quickly pulled back and distanced herself from him. Adjusting her collar, she asked, "Mr. Just, what are you doing in the hospital?""My little sister got injured, so I came to visit her," he explained, placing the cup back on the table.Iris was surprised. She had known Jason for some time now, but she rarely heard him mention his fa
He dashed out of the hospital.Jason's phone stopped ringing, but soon rang again. He pressed the answer button, and a sweet voice came through. "Where are you, Jason?""I'll be there in a minute," he replied before hanging up.Looking at the screen, he recalled his regret for failing to notice Iris' messages right away. He thus marked her number as a priority contact – the only contact he had designated this way.He put away his phone and headed toward another ward.Yvonne already realized what Iris wanted to do. She asked, "Are you sure about this?"Iris asked, "Is there any reason to hesitate?"She was so scared back then. She couldn't fathom how her life would become if she was raped. Even now, she still had lingering fear.Fortunately, she had escaped unharmed!It's not that Yvonne wanted to stop Iris; she was just aware of how difficult it would be to convict Ted. The Zeller family would not tolerate such a scandal.Moreover, Ted went to law school too. It would not be
Iris' hands paused mid undressing, images of Ted from earlier flooding her mind. She trembled slightly; the shock she had experienced was not something easily calmed in such a short time.To avoid worrying Yvonne, she forced herself to respond calmly, "No..."Yvonne heaved a sigh of relief. She was so glad that no irreversible harm had been done to Iris; otherwise, she would feel guilty for the rest of her life.Iris stood under the shower, vigorously scrubbing her skin until it turned red. No matter how hard she washed, she still felt dirty.After a long time, she emerged dressed, drying her damp hair with a towel.Knock, knock—There was a knock at the door, and Yvonne opened it to find Mike standing outside. She quickly averted her gaze and walked back into the apartment without saying anything.Mike felt dejected, his hands gently clenched. Yvonne was determined to end their relationship, and he felt helpless. No matter how hard he tried to prove his feelings for her, sh
Jason stared at Iris' message. He wondered how she was feeling. He had a thousand words on his mind and many things he wanted to say, but he had to refrain from expressing them.Setting down his phone, he rose from the couch and headed to the wardrobe to get dressed. He had plans for the day.-Iris spent a long time thinking about the case. Without sufficient evidence, it would be hard to convict Ted. Therefore, she decided to draft an indictment first.She aimed to startle Ted so that Ted would come talk to her on his own. If evidence was lacking, she would have to extract it from him.She submitted the indictment. It would take some time for it to be processed. She had the day off, so she decided to visit her parents.To mask her pale complexion, she applied some makeup; she didn’t want her parents to see her looking unwell, or they would worry about her.Along the way, she stopped to buy some fruits that her parents loved.When she arrived at her parents' house, she rang th
Brad arrived at Iris' house precisely at ten past seven. Holding the lunchbox, he rang the doorbell. Iris had just woken up, still in her pajamas, and wondered who could possibly be at the door this early. Sometimes, if she weren't driving, Brad would pick her up at around ten to eight. He wouldn't come this early.When she opened the door, she found him dressed in smart casual attire — a suit jacket, trousers, and white sneakers. In the past, he would wear cool attires like casual pants with a hoodie or a leather jacket, but after accompanying Iris to court on formal occasions, he had adapted his wardrobe considerably. Although he still felt uncomfortable in formal wear, he looked much more mature than before."You're here so early?" Iris asked, surprised."When you're busy, you never eat properly," Brad replied, entering without hesitation. He knew the passcode to her house anyway, so he made himself at home. He walked directly to the dining table. "Go freshen up and change yo
"Are you really going to take on that case, by the way?" Brad asked Iris.Iris asked him back, "Why shouldn't I?""This kind of case could go viral online and attract public scrutiny. I'm worried you'll face backlash. Many people these days lack critical thinking and just follow the crowd," Brad expressed.Iris responded firmly, "I'm a lawyer. I just need to fulfill my duties and do my job well. If I have to weigh the pros and cons before taking on every case..." she turned to him, adding, "What would be the point of doing this job?"Brad fell silent for a moment, then conceded, "Yes, you're right. Don't worry, I'll be at your side."Iris poured cold water on his enthusiasm. "I don't need you to be at my side. You need to go independent.""I don't want to," Brad said, sticking close to her, as if afraid of being left behind."What? Are you just going to cling to me?" she asked."Yes, I am," he chuckled."By the way, I need some fruits but I don't have time to go to the superma
Brad was right, Fiora knew that now. Yet her personality made it difficult for her to apologize and admit her mistakes. When Brad tried to take a sip of water, she snatched the glass from him.Brad looked at her, speechless. Fiora lifted her chin defiantly. "Whether he cares about me or not is none of your business."Brad wanted to ask her if her head had been kicked by a donkey. Instead, he said, "Alright, think what you want. I'm not your brother; I'm not gonna worry about you."Unintentionally, his words elicited a silent reaction from Iris, who lowered her gaze."My brother is overseas dealing with his heartbreak; he doesn't have time to worry about me," Fiora lamented. "I wonder if all the luck in our family has gone to the financial side. Is that why we're so unlucky in everything else? Half a year ago, my brother announced that he had a girlfriend. My mom had even met her and apparently really liked her, but then it all fell apart. My love life is rocky, and my brother's is
Iris said, "Just shut up and order."Brad obediently picked up the menu.Fiora watched the exchange, somewhat shocked at how readily Brad complied with Iris' command.Before this, she and Brad had looked down on each other, and their mutual disdain was evident. She had always thought Brad was too wild and could not be easily controlled, yet here he was, completely under Iris' command. She wondered how Iris had managed to subdue such a wilful young man, especially given Brad's less-than-ideal character.Having spent considerable time with Iris, Brad knew her preferences in food. He ordered the dishes he knew she liked, along with some of his own favorites, before turning to Fiora. "What would you like?""Anything," Fiora replied, prompting Brad to place a random order for her.While they waited for the food, Fiora broached the topic that lingered between them. "About what happened before...""Let's not dwell on the past," Iris interjected. To her, an apology from Fiora held littl
Iris didn't stop. She felt that they weren't acquainted so there was nothing to talk about.Fiora chased after her, tugging on Brad's arm as she ran past him. "Help me out."Brad thus followed behind her, saying, "If she doesn't want to talk to you, don't force her..."Fiora shot him an annoyed glare. Brad was speechless. Why did she glare at him? She was still the same spoiled brat."Wait, I'm not here to be your enemy," Fiora called as she caught up with Iris.Iris had to cross the street, but the continuous flow of traffic forced her to stop, giving Fiora a chance to catch up to her."I just want to apologize," Fiora said.Iris turned back in surprise. Those unexpected words caught her off guard. She did not expect it from Fiora at all.Why would Fiora suddenly apologize to her?"I know Stanley's married now. He married that evil woman," Fiora continued.Learning that Stanley had married Wendy had changed Fiora's opinion of Iris, but it wasn't until last night that she t
When Iris opened the door, she was shocked to see that it was Samuel. "What are you doing here?" she asked, puzzled.Samuel replied, "Mr. Just is not in the country. He asked me to check on you. Do you need anything?"Jason had seen Iris' message, but she had deleted it before he could listen to it. Concerned about her, had sent Samuel to check if everything was alright since he was abroad.Iris tightened her grip on the doorknob. Something stirred in the bottom of her heart. She tried to sound calm as she said, "I'm fine.""I'll be in the country all month. If you need anything, feel free to call me," Samuel said, handing her his business card. "Here's my contact."Iris hesitated for a moment before taking it."Are you sure you're fine?" Samuel asked, noticing her pale complexion.Though Iris had forgotten about her stomach pain because she was preoccupied with her thoughts, her complexion gave away her condition. She forced a nod. "I'm fine. Really."Samuel studied her for a
Iris walked out of the shop with the cake in hand. When she spotted Renee, she ignored her.Renee finally recognized the qualities Iris possessed when she compared Iris to Wendy — Iris was cultured, well-mannered, polite and respected her elders."Iris," Renee called out involuntarily.Iris merely looked back for a second before getting into her car.Renee stood frozen in a daze. If Iris were still her daughter-in-law, she mused, she wouldn't have to endure this humiliation. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of Wendy. She perceived Wendy as a devil. Wendy was the most evil person she had ever seen! She couldn't imagine how a person could be that evil.Yet, Renee never considered her own flaws while judging others.Renee's unexpected appearance did not make Iris feel anything. She entered a restaurant's private room with the cake. The private room was filled with Brad's friends. They were playfully teasing him, saying, "You don't race with us anymore. You barely even ha
Wendy stood up and gestured to the various luxury items she had purchased, sprawled across the couch. "Bring them up for me," she commanded, treating Renee like a servant."In your dreams!" Renee yelled back defiantly.Wendy leaned casually against the staircase railing, her expression filled with contempt. Cold and calculating, she resembled a predator, no trace of weakness remaining."Don't waste your breath with empty threats. You can't do anything to me. If anything happens to me, that video of you murdering someone will land in the police's hands. That boy will also receive a copy. When he learns who killed his mother after he grows up, there's no way he'll spare you. He'll send the Stein family into chaos. The video will also be leaked to the media, exposing your crime to the world. It'll become a scandal for the Stein family, and the family business' stocks will plummet as a result. And your dear husband, the person you care about the most? When he finds out that his lover di
Iris was in no mood to talk. Yvonne shook her gently, asking, "Do you want me to take you out to relax?""Not interested," Iris replied, looking visibly exhausted.When the takeout arrived, she only picked at her food, taking just a few bites before losing interest.It wasn't that the food wasn't tasty; she simply had no appetite.Yvonne received a phone call. She asked Iris if she wanted to join her. Iris declined."Then I'll see you next time," Yvonne said while getting up."Mmh," Iris responded absentmindedly.After Yvonne left, Iris packed up the food and decided to go to bed early.The day of the trial arrived as scheduled. Despite her best efforts, the trial proved challenging, and the outcome was not what she had hoped for. The client commented, "Honestly, it's better than what I expected. There's a big difference between five years and ten years. I'll reform well, show good behavior, and try to get released early."Iris remained silent. The outcome wasn't satisfactor