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
Their suppressed emotions finally erupted.They had sex multiple times that night.When dawn approached, they finally called a truce. Iris nestled in Jason's arms, her fair skin marked with his fingerprints and love bites. They had a crazy night. She was so exhausted she couldn't move at all.When her phone rang, Jason turned it off for her. It wasn't until nearly noon that Iris regained some strength. She grabbed a shirt nearby — it turned out to be Jason's shirt — and casually put it on. "About last night..." she began."Come abroad with me," Jason interjected before she could finish. She turned back to face him."We can live together abroad," he continued. This solution would alleviate her worries and allow them to live without disruption.However, Iris had never considered leaving. Her career was just beginning to flourish, and she did not want to start over in another country. Was her life meant to revolve around different men, one after another? That wasn't what s
Jason could understand her concerns. "Don’t keep me waiting too long," he said.Iris kept quiet.She didn't know if she had the courage to marry again."Does he like you?" Jason suddenly asked."Who? Who are you talking about?" Iris asked, confused."That brat," he said with a knowing smile. "You really don’t know?"Iris felt a mix of amusement and exasperation. "How could he possibly like...?" As she spoke, memories of Brad’s recent clinginess and his peculiar comments surfaced in her mind.She had always seen him as a younger brother because of their age gap."Are you jealous?" she teased.Jason sneered, "Me? Jealous of a brat who's still wet behind the ears?""Oh, then if he invites me to his house again, I won’t say no...""No, you’re not allowed to go," he said firmly, suddenly tightening his grip on her. "You went to his house?"A sudden realization struck Iris. "He invited me to his house for dinner because he said his mother wanted to thank me for taking care of him
"Can we have a cup of coffee?" Jessica asked.It was an invitation from an elder who was also Jason's mother, so Iris couldn't refuse. She nodded lightly in agreement.The driver stepped out to open the door for her.Iris quickly tucked the contraceptive pills she had just bought into her bag. Jessica caught a glimpse of the label on the box and her expression darkened slightly.Though she wasn't pleased with Iris' background, she didn't want to make things difficult for Iris since she was the woman her son liked. Today, Jessica had taken the initiative to meet her with good intentions, but...She looked up at the pharmacy Iris came out of.It seemed Iris really was dating Brad.That made Jessica feel some type of way about Iris.Last year, Iris had lived with Jason, and now, she was already living with Brad? If they didn't have sex, why would she buy contraceptive pills? Last evening, Jessica saw Brad take Iris home with her own eyes.Jessica had a favorable impression of Iri
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