Over the past year, she had matured and gained depth, her charm blossoming through various experiences. While her face remained unchanged, the essence she exuded had transformed."Thank you for sending Samuel to check on me last time," she said, lowering her eyes as she placed washed tomatoes on the cutting board.Jason grabbed her hand gently. "Let me do it." She glanced up, their eyes meeting momentarily before she looked away. "Can you manage?""I've learned it," he replied."Why did you learn to cook?" She was surprised, knowing he had a busy schedule.Because Iris had always cooked for him, he decided to learn cooking so that he could help her when she cooked instead of just standing around. However, telling her that now would only burden her, so he stayed silent. Iris didn't ask again.They had developed a good understanding after spending a year together.After dinner, they stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, enjoying the view. Jason poured her a glass of red wine. "Y
She panted softly, her eyes reflecting a mix of desire and blurriness. Her grip tightened.Perhaps it was due to the long period of emptiness. Or perhaps, it was due to the overwhelming emotions of their long-awaited reunion.The tough exterior she had maintained finally crumbled. "I heard your conversation with Professor Sandler. I could never have imagined the person I admired would be you..." she said, her voice hoarse."I've fallen in love with you even earlier than that," he replied."What do you love about me?" She felt her past self had little worth beyond her youth. Jason studied her face. Perhaps he was just attracted to her face and her eyes at first, but what made him truly fall for her was her personality.He brushed his warm lips against her neck, his breath warm by her ear. "There's no reason," he murmured before kissing her passionately, a possessive urgency in his mouth.Iris' cheeks flushed, her body weakening as beads of sweat formed on her forehead. This ki
Jason's clothes were disheveled, with several buttons on his collar undone. Iris vaguely remembered that she was the one who undid those buttons. His trousers were wrinkled, and his shirt hung loosely from his belt, a stark contrast to his usual polished appearance.He lowered his head and saw how untidy he was.Iris stepped closer, helping him button his shirt. Jason held her hand, looking into her eyes. "I can wait for you.""What will time change?" she replied, withdrawing her hand. Her mind was now clear, no longer lost in the intensity of the moment. She could think clearly now. "Don't bother taking me home. I'll go back on my own."Jason grabbed her hand again."Don't make this difficult for me," she pleaded, pulling her hand away."I'll be in the country for half a month. Will we meet again?" he asked hopefully.She pursed her lips. "Maybe.""Good night." She turned and walked quickly towards the elevator, which had conveniently arrived on their floor. As she stepped i
Thinking of that, warmth flushed Iris' cheeks. She wrapped herself in the blanket.Was she so easily seduced because she had been lonely for too long? Or was it because she liked him?She had no answer.The exhilaration of surrendering to those emotions was undeniable, and the memory of Jason's heated body and lingering kisses haunted her thoughts.That kind of physical sensation could be very addictive.Suddenly, the notification sound from her phone broke the silence. She got up to check, only to find it was a message from Brad. Disappointment washed over her; she had hoped it was Jason.[Good night, Iris. Sweet dreams.]She chuckled softly. She would be happy if she could fall asleep tonight, let alone having sweet dreams. She took a deep breath and replied: [Good night.]Setting her phone down, she wandered to the window, staring out at the dim lights, feeling an acute sense of loneliness. She went out of the room to grab a beer. When she opened the fridge, she saw Brad
"Do I need to dress up to see you?" Yvonne quipped as she headed straight to the bedroom. "Is something bothering you?" "No. I suddenly felt a bit lonely, that's all," Iris replied."If you're lonely, find a man," Yvonne said, plopping down on the bed.Iris regretted calling Yvonne over. What was she expecting?"I mean it. It's been almost two years since your divorce. Your ex-husband has remarried, but you've remained alone all this time. Even if you don't want a relationship, your body has needs...""Shut up and go to sleep," Iris snapped, unable to take it anymore."Isn't it tiring to live like a proper lady?" Yvonne asked."Better than being promiscuous like you," Iris retorted, wrapping herself in the blanket. "Good night."Yvonne turned around and hugged her from behind. "I'll never treat myself badly like you. It's stupid. You're young and beautiful, but you devote your life to work. That's so not worth it.""I'm sleepy," Iris said, closing her eyes.Her tightly purse
Brad remarked, "I'm happy because I'm thinking about someone I like."Iris raised her eyebrows. "There's someone you like? How come I don't know?""There are way too many things that you don't know," Brad replied, a hint of disappointment in his tone. "You rarely show concern for me. You have no idea what I'm thinking.""The only one who knows what you're thinking is the worm in your belly. Am I not kind enough to you?""You are," Brad chuckled.While they chatted, the car pulled up to a mansion. Unlike the Just family mansion, which was secluded in the mountains, the Vassell family mansion was situated in an upscale area of the capital, surrounded by elegance and tranquility."Wait, Iris, don’t move." Brad quickly exited, walked around the car, and opened the door for her. Iris got out and gave him a look. "You're being a bit too enthusiastic."Brad smiled without replying. He led her inside."Mom," he called out as they entered the living room. Brad's mother, Linda, elega
Linda and Jessica greeted each other warmly at the door. They seemed to be very well acquainted.Iris stood up awkwardly upon seeing Jessica. Jessica had also spotted Iris. She seemed surprised to see Iris at the Vassell family mansion."Hi, Aunt Jessica," Brad greeted her with enthusiasm.Jessica smiled at him. "It's so rare to see you at home," she remarked, knowing he preferred to spend his time out and about."That's right, he's been behaving himself lately," Linda added with a smile."Is that so?" Jessica's tone was calm and elegant. "Could it be because he has a girlfriend now?"Brad shyly lowered his head. Jessica, perceptive as ever, noted, "Looks like I hit the mark..." She paused, casting a glance towards Iris."Hello," Iris said politely.She did not expect to see Jessica again after a year under such circumstances.Jessica nodded slightly, not revealing their connection. "Thank you for your hospitality. I'm afraid I must be going," Iris said, eager to exit th
Linda said, perplexed, "I watched Fiora grow up. With her beauty and background, she could have anyone she wanted. Why did she choose a divorced man? I think it's a good thing the engagement was called off; that man's not good enough for Fiora.""Ah, matters of the heart are unpredictable," Jessica replied. The more she talked about it, the more frustrated she felt. She took a sip of her coffee and said, "I have to go.""You just arrived; stay a little longer," Linda said. "It’s been so long since we last talked."Jessica set her coffee cup down. "Yeah, I came to visit because it's been a while since I last saw you. But I just remembered something I need to attend to.""Alright, I’ll visit you next time," Linda said as she escorted Jessica to the door."You don't have to see me off," Jessica waved her hand. The driver opened the car door, and she got in. As the car pulled away, she said to the driver, "Find out... Ah, never mind."She didn't finish her sentence. She wanted
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