"It's not for me; it's for you," Iris said with a smile.Cassie's eyes widened in shock. "For me?"Dennis chimed in, "She's bought things for you before. Why are you so surprised?""Well, I made her angry not too long ago..." Cassie trailed off."This time, it's different," Iris interrupted with a smile. "Everything I bought for you in the past, I bought with Stanley's money. This time... I’m using the money I earned myself.""You got a job?" Cassie asked, surprised.Iris nodded affirmatively.There was a hint of melancholy in Cassie's expression. "Well, that's good." She was worried if her daughter could adapt to the working world, given that she had never held a job before.Iris sensed her mother’s concern and assured her, "Mom, relying on myself is better than relying on others. My skills are the only things that are truly mine."Cassie nodded hard. "You're right."Iris then picked a 20-gram gold bracelet for her mother. It wasn’t large, but she had only earned $3000, so s
She feared her daughter would get upset if she saw Stanley with the woman.Dennis' Adam's apple bobbed emotionally as he muttered, "I feel like beating him up."Cassie was worried that her husband might actually try to hit Stanley. He might have been strong enough when he was younger, but he's old now. He could get beaten up instead.Iris soon emerged from the coffee shop. Cassie quickly walked up to her and tried to drag her away. "Let's go to the restaurant. I'm so hungry."Iris agreed, but when she noticed her father's red eyes, she asked with a frown, "Did you give Dad a hard time again while I was gone?""No, why would I do that?" Cassie retorted, her voice rising defensively. She had taken Iris' words to heart and had become much gentler with her husband. Without her mother-in-law's nagging, she found it easier to stay calm and was less irritable than before.But seeing Dennis' eyes that were still red, Cassie instantly became deflated. "I couldn't control my temper. I won'
Fiora was startled. "Oh my god, are you blind? Watch where you're going! You spilled coffee all over my boyfriend!"Iris took a step back, her gaze only stopping briefly on Stanley before flickering towards the girl who was furious that Iris had spilled coffee on him.The girl was strikingly beautiful, with a smooth, round face and deep, expressive eyes. Dressed in a white down jacket, she exuded an air of purity and elegance, reminiscent of a blooming lotus – exactly the type that Stanley liked."My boyfriend's clothes are very expensive..." the girl continued indignantly."Those expensive clothes can't cover up his filthy body," Iris remarked as she walked past Stanley."You're so rude!" Fiora shot back, glaring at Iris. "Can you believe how rude she is?"Stanley brushed off the coffee stain from his suit jacket and glanced back at Iris, a cold scoff tugging at his lips. "Some people simply have no manners. Ignore her."His voice, neither loud nor soft, echoed clearly in the u
Stanley's stomach had not been feeling that well for the past few days, and the spicy food only exacerbated his discomfort. He furrowed his brow without saying anything, giving his silent consent to leave. They settled the bill and exited the restaurant. The cold weather kept the streets relatively empty, with only a few pairs of pedestrians braving the chill while sticking close to each other for warmth."It's so cold," Fiora shivered, glancing up at Stanley, hoping he would wrap her in an embrace. However, he walked straight to the car as if he didn't hear her, leaving her pouting in disappointment. Once inside the car, she asked, "Can I go to your place, Stanley?""Sure," he replied casually. Fiora's disappointment faded, replaced by a bright smile as they drove to his home.Upon entering, Fiora noticed a maid preparing tortellini. Curiosity piqued, she approached and asked, "Why are you making so much tortellini?"The maid explained, "Mr. Stein wants it for breakfast, but
Stanley looked up to find Fiora's eyes filled with anticipation, reminiscent of how Iris used to gaze at him.However, that spark had faded from Iris' eyes long ago."Thank you," he said, acknowledging her effort.Fiora shook her head vigorously. "It's nothing. I'm willing to do anything for you."Seemingly nostalgic for the taste of tortellini, he spooned up a piece and sampled it. It was not the flavor that he was familiar with, lacking the usual chewy texture. The skin was overcooked and melted in his mouth. It tasted like salty noodle soup and did not go down smoothly. He furrowed his brow.This was not how tortellini should taste at all.It's completely different from the tortellini he remembered."Is it delicious?" Fiora asked, her eyes sparkling with hope."I'm not that hungry," he replied.Disappointment flashed across her face. "Does it taste bad?""No, I'm just not hungry," he reiterated, "It's getting late; you should go home."Fiora stared right at him and as
"How would I know?" Lester settled onto the couch, intrigued. "If both Stanley and Ted find out that Iris is dancing at a bar, who do you think will show up first?""Haha..." Henry laughed. "You're so bad.""Hey, it's all in good fun." Lester raised an eyebrow at Henry. "Let's make a bet. Whoever guesses right wins. The loser pays for all the expenses tonight – what do you say?"Henry swung his hand confidently. "Deal. I'm not afraid of you. I bet... Ted will come first."After all, Ted had confessed his feelings for Iris in front of them not too long ago. With Iris and Stanley now divorced, it seemed the perfect opportunity for him to make a move. If he knew Iris was at the bar alone, he would certainly rush over.Lester shrugged. "Then I'll go with Stanley."Henry whipped out his phone and sent a message, tagging everyone in their small group chat, which consisted of just the four of them. The message was: [I just saw Iris at XX bar].Lester checked his phone, eager to see who
Yvonne, who was next to Iris, naturally heard it too. She couldn't help but remark sarcastically, "Wow, how generous of Stanley Stein."She quickly added with a cold snort, "He's just Iris' ex-husband. Does he really have the right to give permissions? Who does he think he is?"Although Iris had long been aware of Stanley's scummy nature by now, her heart still turned cold."Sister-in-law, come sit here," Lester offered enthusiastically, standing up and gesturing for Iris to take his seat.Iris firmly replied, "Call me by my name from now on."She did not go over. Instead, she chose the corner seat next to Yvonne, who was sitting next to Ted.Henry and Lester settled opposite them."Sorry, force of habit," Lester smiled. "It won't happen again."Henry poured wine for Iris. "Here you go, si... Iris."As the wine filled the glass, he sighed. "Calling you by your name feels weird."Yvonne glanced at them. "You'll get used to it."Leaning back on the sofa with a playful glint in
So, he went to the entrance. He watched Iris getting into a car with Ted. Pulling out his phone, he snapped a quick picture and sent it to Stanley with the message: [Ted's putting in a lot of work. He might actually end up with her.]Stanley, who was still awake, grabbed his phone at the sound of the notification and saw the image of Iris climbing into Ted's car. He sat up in bed, staring intently at the picture. He pulled up Lester's contact but hesitated to call, his pride holding him back. Words eluded him, and annoyance bubbled up – was Iris really accepting Ted's pursuit?He soon dismissed his concerns . Ted was not Iris' type. After he managed to convince himself, he lay back down and drifted into sleep.Meanwhile, Lester waited for Stanley's reply, but none came. He glanced at his phone screen, shaking his head. "I hope you won't regret being so stubborn tonight."He bore witness to Iris and Stanley's seven-year relationship. He knew that Stanley loved Iris just as much
Vince smiled, "I am."Iris said, "You've married a good woman."Kendra said while holding her grandson, "What about you, Iris? I heard from your mother that you broke up with your boyfriend. Why? Men like him are rare. I can't believe you actually broke up with him. Let me tell you, if you miss out on him, you won't find anyone as good in the future. I used to think Stanley was handsome, but Jason's even better-looking. Don't be stupid. Since you met someone good, you should hold onto him tightly and never let go. Don't break up with him so easily." The smile on Iris' face instantly faded.Vince noticed her change in demeanor and immediately spoke sternly to his mother, "Mom, she's an adult; she knows what she's doing. There's no need for you to interfere.""I'm just worried about Iris," Kendra replied, "You've met him before, right? Tell me, do you think Iris can find someone better than him?"Vince fell silent. Even he recognized Jason's qualities were impressive.Although Ja
However, she wasn't hungry. The only thing she felt was uneasy."Don't tell me you haven't had dinner yet?" Jason asked."I have," she lied, trying to keep her tone casual. After some hesitation, she asked, "Are things going well on your end?""I'll personally send Fiora there. The flight's tomorrow," he replied."How many days will you be gone for?""Three or four days."There was a moment of silence before Iris asked, "Is it okay if I don't see you off?"If she did, she would inevitably meet Fiora.Fiora was still unaware of her relationship with Jason. If she found out, it would surely complicate matters.It wasn't the right time to let her know."Of course.""Is there anything else?" she asked."...No. Good night.""You too, good night."After hanging up, Iris curled up on the couch, feeling vulnerable. Her eyes kept darting towards the door, fearing an unexpected intrusion. She didn't think she could fall asleep.Determined to take precautions, she ordered a surveil
When she bent down to move it aside, she saw a folder inside with her name written on it, which puzzled her.She became wary. Someone had placed this box at the door knowing this was where she lived. This was no mere coincidence. Who could it be?After ensuring there was nothing dangerous inside the box, she retrieved the folder and set the cardboard box aside. Entering her house with the folder in hand, she dropped her car keys and bag before quickly opening it. There was a stack of photos inside, all pictures of her — when she left the house for work in the morning, when she reached the law firm, when she went out for lunch, and when she walked to her car in the underground parking lot after work.Panic set in as she realized these photos were secretly taken by someone who was following her. Her heart raced. Someone had been tracking her and documenting her movements. What was the intention of leaving these photos at her doorstep? Was it a threat? An intimidation tactic? She
Iris turned to her, surprised."You don't seem too happy," she teased. "Rather than getting married, it looks more like you're going to attend a funeral.""Is marriage something to be happy about? Aren't you a cautionary tale?" Yvonne shot back.Iris was speechless.She was indeed a textbook cautionary tale.Yvonne poured herself another glass. "Marriage isn't something to be happy about. I'm just fulfilling my parents' wishes."In the past, she just wanted to have fun and didn't want to get married. When her parents urged her to get married, her grandfather defended her.Now that her grandfather had fallen ill and was not in good health, he also wanted to see her get married.She could ignore her parents, but for her grandfather's sake, she had to get married.Iris sighed. "I'm sorry for being a bad example. You're not me. Most marriages don't end like mine. Most people do well."Yvonne smiled. "Are you trying to comfort me?""Kind of," Iris admitted."I'm very rational. I
She only realized that when she checked her phone at the end of the workday. Brad had called multiple times, but she merely glanced at the notifications without replying. There were also missed calls from Yvonne, who asked to meet up that evening.Iris messaged back, asking: [What time? Where?][Star Coast.][Got it.]Iris went to the underground parking lot. She took the stairs as the elevator was under maintenance. The maintenance was scheduled to be performed after work hours when there were fewer people.Her footsteps echoed in the dimly lit stairway, clattering loudly as emergency lights flickered on.A person in a black windbreaker, baseball cap, and face mask entered the stairway. Their head was bowed low, with half their face scrunched up inside their collar, obscuring their expression.Iris found her car, opened the door, and got in. Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes watched her intently from the shadows.The person's tightly clenched hands and the bulging veins o
Iris kept quiet and didn't say anything. She felt a pang of regret over the waste since those things cost money. He could have just given them away instead of throwing them away. However, she couldn't help but find his jealousy endearing. She couldn't believe a successful man like him would get so jealous."Let me help you," she offered. She closed the fridge and moved into the kitchen to help him serve the breakfast that Samuel bought."What time did you wake up?" she asked."Before seven," he answered.Iris glanced at the time; it was already past eight.Just then, her phone in the bedroom rang.She got up to answer it and saw it was Brad calling. She hesitated before answering."What time are you coming to visit me, Iris?" Brad asked, sounding forlorn."I have to go to the law firm. I haven't been there for two days. I can't put the case off anymore," she explained, politely declining.Though it was true she had to deal with the case, she could actually spare a couple of ho
Jason simply smiled without saying a word, leaving Iris feeling as though she had been unwittingly tricked. He seemed like an easy-going person, but there was an innate confidence and control about him that set him apart from others."You have a hidden agenda, don't you?" she asked."Once you finish the case in Southerland, I'd like to transfer you overseas," he replied.As for Brad Vassell, he would continue to stay at the law firm.The two would naturally be separated.Iris sat up straight, alarmed. "What did you say?"She was not going to sacrifice her career for a man! Their relationship wasn't at a stage where such sacrifices were warranted. Actually, no matter how much she ended up loving him, she would not sacrifice her career for him. She had already learned her lesson."With your skills, limiting yourself to marriage cases is a waste. Don't you want to tackle international cases?" He spoke casually, but his words were full of temptation.Iris was aware that Jason had
"I'll explain to her." Jason bent down, lifted Iris up and carried her to the bedroom.Iris, feeling sad, buried her face in his neck. "I'm sorry," she mumbled."It's not your fault. You didn't know she would be there." When Jason opened the bedroom door, the light passed over his face, illuminating the fleeting hint of danger in his eyes. "When you went to the Vassell family mansion, what did they say to you?""They just thanked me for mentoring Brad..." At that moment, Iris felt something was off. A family like the Vassells wouldn't need to invite her to their house for something so trivial. But if it wasn't to express their gratitude, why would they invite her? She wasn't close to them, and their statuses were vastly different."What was their intention?" she asked, looking up at him.All she saw was his firm jaw.Jason answered, "They had their reasons."He didn't blame Iris for easily accepting Brad's invitation; she wasn't part of their circle and naturally didn't know the
Iris was unbothered by Yvonne's antics; she would be more surprised if Yvonne didn't say something inappropriate.Yvonne closed the door with a smile. To be honest, she was genuinely happy for Iris, pleased to see her stepping out of her shell. She didn't care if Iris got together with Brad or Jason. She was happy as long as Iris could emerge from the shadows of her failed marriage without losing her confidence in men and still being open to love. After all, they say once bitten, twice shy. Yvonne feared that Iris might lose her ability to love someone after experiencing Stanley's betrayal.Iris approached the dining table, eyeing the fried chicken and beer. "We have dinner now.""Junk food," Jason remarked, glancing at it before pulling out his phone to make a call.Iris interjected, "Don't. It's fine to have junk food once in a while; it's not like we eat this every day. It would be a waste to throw it away."She opened the paper bag, retrieved the fried chicken, and set out gla