"I have something to ask her, or I'll die." Zachary cut Isaac short.Isaac stared at him for a while, and stayed silent. Considering that to be his silent approval, Zachary stood at the doorway without getting near Irene, staring at her as he asked, "Tell me—did Lulu leave me because she fell for someone else?"Irene thought to herself that she had never asked Lulu that, and Lulu never mentioned it."I don't know," she admitted.Zachary, however, believed that she was lying—how could she not know, when she had constantly been in touch with Lulu?"I'm sure I've never wronged you in any way. Why did you hide this from me?"Irene replied, "I didn't."Zachary doubted that, and simply sat down, leaning against the doorway. Irene had never seen him so despondent—the sun seemed to shine whenever he went, and it hurt her to see him like this.Zachary was a good man who had always been good to her, just as he had been kind and caring to Lulu when they were in a relationship. He rej
Naturally, there was no way Isaac would listen.Walking up to Irene's bed, he sat on it and lay down beside her. Irene had to slide away to make enough room for him, or he would be on top of her again."This bed is too small for two," she whispered. Isaac pulled her into his arms, nestling his nose against her neck. "We're married. We would be sleeping together.Irene was speechless, but her whole body had stiffened and she was afraid to move!Isaac was so close that her skin seemed to burn and flush where there was contact. His hot breath was spraying over a sensitive spot just behind her ear, leaving her on edge."Could you let me go?" she asked drily.Isaac growled, "No."With that, he did nothing else, and his breathing was soon rhythmic. Irene was speechless. Did he fall asleep already? But there was no way she could!The bed was too small for her to get away from him, and so she sighed in resignation and started at the ceiling, planning various ways to calm hersel
Lulu had no idea where to start, just as she had trouble spilling her guts.Nonetheless, Irene was very patient and did not rush Lulu—she knew that Lulu needed time, and afforded her silence even as the clock on the wall ticked away."Irene… I'm sure you know that Zachary comes from riches, and there is a clear gap in our statuses. His mother actually approached me when she found out about our relationship—""And she told you to break up with him?" Irene asked. "Using money to coerce you, like they do on TV?"She was naturally aware that Zachary's family was a dynasty of its own."What are you talking about? Of course not!"Lulu had been downtrodden at first, but Irene's urging somehow made her relieved. "Look," she explained, "all she said was that she hopes for Zachary's future wife to be someone who can actually help him. She favors the daughter of Centric United's CEO, and that woman is definitely an ideal support for Zachary with her family influence." "She told me in co
"It's the amount Mr. Jefferson told us to prepare," Stan said.Harvey was fuming. How did 70 million dollars end up as 21 million dollars?! Isaac was clearly reneging!He stormed off to look for Isaac to argue his case, and Isaac just happened to finish his discussion with Mr. Layton. Mr. Layton flashed an awkward smile when he saw Harvey, and left without even a greeting. Still, he was clearly set on a partnership with Isaac than Harvey anyway. Harvey did not leave him with any harsh remarks, since no agreement was actually signed and calling it off beforehand was not reneging. They were all business people, and making things awkward for one another was unnecessary.And Harvey was a man who could see the bigger picture.After Mr. Layton was out of earshot, he finally spoke, "Are you breaking the deal, Mr. Jefferson?"Isaac simply turned and headed back to his office, so Harvey followed him, snapping relentlessly, "You made the bid yourself! So why are you paying me only 21 mi
Isaac finally looked straight at Harvey then. So he was upset about the painting… But Isaac did not mind that at all!"Burn it," he told Stan nonchalantly. Irene painted him? Fine. He just had to burn it into ashes!Harvey was at a loss for words from sheer frustration. Isaac had gone too far!At the same time, Stan promptly called someone to get the job done, before telling Harvey, "Please leave, Mr. Gooding!"Harvey's chest was heaving with a fiery rage, but he had nowhere to rant!To add insult to injury—it might even have been Stan's plan—the instant he stepped out of the building, he found the painting being burnt! Rage could hardly describe how he felt just then. "Stan, is your boss actually in love with Irene Spencer?"He had no idea why Isaac was calm despite everything he said, but there was one plausible explanation: Isaac was in love with Irene. But if he was, why would he throw her off a building?Naturally, Stan knew that for a fact, but there was no way h
Irene was stunned. Surely it was not Isaac? More importantly, did he overhear what Harvey just said?Still, she relaxed as she looked toward the door and saw that it was Mrs. Watson.Naturally, Harvey saw the way she reacted. Was she that afraid of Isaac? Still, her fear made sense—Harvey himself could not beat Isaac at all, and it was only imaginable how much abuse Irene suffered in his hands!While Harvey quietly mused to himself, Mrs. Watson looked at him warily and put the food she brought on the table. "You should be resting, Mrs. Jefferson."Irene could see that Mrs. Watson did not like Harvey, and smiled. "I know."Even after all that had happened, she cared for Mrs. Watson because she had really been nice to her."I'm having lunch now, Harvey, and I'm afraid I don't have anything to spare. You should go."Harvey pursed his lips—why did it feel like he was being shown the door the entire day? Be it maids or Stan, every single employee Isaac had were disgustingly p
Isaac did not move. Irene blinked. "You want to eat mine?"Before he could say a word, she continued, "I drank from the soup. My spit is in it.""I don't mind," Isaac replied. Irene was left speechless, her jaw almost dropping right then!Was this really the Isaac she knew? When did he become so carefree? Nonetheless, she clutched at the bowl, as if worried he would take it—but that was not the case, since she was just embarrassed to give it to him. They were not intimate enough to drink from the same bowl!"Are you blushing?" Isaac chuckled.Getting embarrassed so easily? She was just so innocent.Irene touched her own cheek, but retorted, "I'm not. Don't lie."Isaac did not want to argue, and simply said tenderly, "Of course. If you say so."Irene felt herself tensing up and evaded his gaze right then. She herself had no idea what she was being embarrassed about, but Isaac's words were just ambiguous!Isaac stopped teasing her just then, and he had a simple lunch bec
Isaac studied the courier and saw the large bouquet of roses he was holding.Who were those meant for? Irene Spencer?At the same time, Irene was craning her head from her bed in curiosity. "Who is it?"The courier could feel the chilling presence Isaac was projecting, and gingerly replied, "Are you Ms. Spencer? I'm from City Express, and I will need your signature for your parcel.""Who's the parcel from?" Irene asked. "A Mr. Gooding, ma'am," he replied.Irene promptly turned toward Isaac, and noticed his jaw clenching—she was just looking from a particular angle, but could still sense the displeasure he felt.She could tell that Isaac guessed that it was Harvey, who deliberately sent it even though it would incur Isaac's wrath.Meanwhile, the courier quickly sidestepped Isaac and squeezed his way in, passing her the receipt to be signed before handing her the bouquet of ninety-nine roses. "Thank you."Irene smiled in return as he quickly left the room, feeling as if this wa
Soon after the wedding, Mr. Fowler proposed for Stan to work at his company to get used to the work over there.He was worried as he did not have much time left, and it would not do if he was gone before the proper arrangements were made.Still, Stan returned to Franconia with Isaac and his family, sorting out things at work and finishing every task he had on hand.While Isaac used to have a lot of free time with Stan around, he was just slightly busier after Stan left. After all, no company should operate in a way that losing a single person would stall all their operations.And after a week, Stan sorted out all the remaining tasks he had in Franconia and returned to Zidonia to start work at the Fowlers' family business.While Stan had property in Zidonia too, he moved into the Fowlers' mansion, but not as a live-in son-in-law. He was simply aware of Mr. Fowler's illness, and Rea wanted to spend more time with her parents.And as the son-in-law, he was obliged to do that much.
Despite feeling wistful, Mr. Fowler eventually passed Rea's hand to Stan. "I hope you will both cherish each other from now on."Rea told him, "We will."Thereafter, it was the usual proceedings of a wedding, with exchange of rings and vows, the wedding speech, and the luncheon!Though everything went smoothly, Mrs. Fowler could not help shedding tears.She was pleased that her daughter was finally getting married, especially since she was looking forward to this.But now that Rea really did marry, she was worried that her life might get difficult and unhappy.Such was the worrisome nature of mothers.-Later, Stan led Rea to Isaac's table.They were all acquainted, but Stan introduced everyone once again to reacquaint them with Rea.After all, she was no longer Zachary's friend's cousin now, but Stan's wife.Erin was grinning from ear to ear. "Congratulations.""Thank you." Rea smiled in return."Congrats," Baby said, imitating the adults.Rea reached out to stroke his c
Zachary said, "I heard you sealed the deal with Rea Fowler, and her family is preparing for your wedding."Stan smiled. "I'm the look of success—getting a girl couldn't be simpler. See? I'm getting married already.""Well, I guess we're all taken now," Erin said.Tommy poked his head up just then. "Congratulations, Uncle Stan.""Thank you." Stan chuckled, patting his head."Also, I heard that you're marrying into the Fowler family?" Zachary asked.Everyone turned to stare at Stan in shock, but it was understandable.Stan was not that modest that he would have to go that far—he had money and was successful enough to afford a wife.Still, Zachary—who knew the Fowlers—suggested, "To be fair, they do need someone to take care of the family business…"-Either way, it meant that Irene's family would be delaying their return trip to Franconia.After all, none of them had expected to attend Stan's wedding so soon after Zachary's.Stan himself did not expect that either, as he had
"What's the problem? We've already slept together," Rea said as she put her clothes on.She frowned as Stan was still on the bed and not moving. "What, are you going to stay in my bed forever?""What am I supposed to wear?" Stan shrugged. "You haven't brought my clothes here.""I'll get it for you."Rea remembered his suitcase then and hurried downstairs to bring it up."Wear whatever you like. I'll be waiting downstairs," she said and hurried away.Stan got out of bed and put on a suit—it was only right to dress formally when it came to discussing marriage.After cleaning up and heading downstairs, he found Rea sandwiched by her parents.Stan had no idea if she had already mentioned it, but both Mr. and Mrs. Fowler were both staring at him, leaving him further tense.Clearing his throat, Stan began, "Excuse me, but—""Yes, we agree to you marrying our daughter.""You mean marrying into our family," Rea corrected them.Everyone else was staring at her before asking all at o
If Rea asked her parents now, they would only get sad, and life would become difficult for everyoneWhat should she do to make them happy?Right, she could get married! Her parents would definitely be pleased. As for the choice of bridegroom, did she not have one readily available here?If Stan could pretend to be her boyfriend, he could definitely be her husband too.They could fake their marriage if they had to!Putting the medical file back where she found it, she wobbled up to her feet and left the room.Stan had yet to step out of the bathroom when she returned, so she sat on the bed and waited.After a while, Stan stepped out with a towel around his waist and paused when he saw Rea sitting there. "Where are my clothes?" He asked, presuming that Rea had forgotten since there was nothing on the bed or the table. "My suitcase is still in your car trunk."Rea turned toward him. "Let's get married."Stan was left speechless for a moment and soon chuckled, "Did you forge
Mrs. Fowler smacked her daughter, but while Rea thought she was angry, she said instead, "Just do your best."Rea's mind was blown—were her parents bewitched? They were completely different from before! A long time ago, her parents had used to tell her that she did not have to marry as long as she was happy.But later on, they had persistently sent her on blind dates… and now, they were telling her to seduce a man?Touching her mother's forehead, Rea asked, "Are you sick?"Mrs. Fowler slapped her hand off. "Your dad and I are leaving now.""Yeah." Mr. Fowler nodded. "The chauffeur is waiting."Rea walked them to the door and watched as their car left before returning inside.She did not go upstairs since Stan was asleep, and she would be bored—she was the type who just could not sit still.However, it was inappropriate if she left since that would leave nobody home.In her boredom, she thought of pranking Stan. She headed upstairs to find him asleep, and soundly at that.Ca
Unable to argue against her parents, Rea said, "Fine, fine. Whatever you say."Mrs. Fowler smiled. "Then help Stan upstairs to get some rest.""Which room?" Rea asked.Mrs. Fowler realized with a start and quickly said, "Oh, there's no bedding in the guest room… So let him stay in your room."Rea was left staring at her in shock. "When did you get so open-minded? Letting a man stay in your daughter's room?"Mrs. Fowler shrugged. "What can he do when he's drunk?""Haven't you heard of drunken fumbles?" Rea asked.Both Mr. and Mrs. Fowler shook their heads at the same time. "Nope."Rea was left totally speechless—this was just outrageous!She would think that Stan was actually their son, if it was not for the fact that they were not acquainted before.They were not like this before either—even if they were urging her to get married, they were not throwing her at a man like this!Mr. Fowler then said, "If anything happens, we'll demand that he takes responsibility and marries y
"I get it," Stan replied quietly. "I wouldn't have been upset even if you didn't explain yourself. But since you did, I forgive you."Rea's brow creased as she pursed her lips. "See? I knew it. We really shouldn't be too nice to you."While Stan was speechless, Mrs. Fowler was enthusiastically putting food on Stan's plate. "This is our family's favorite dish. Try it."Stan nodded after a bite. "It's good."Mrs. Fowler smiled, while Mr. Fowler poured him a glass of wine. "Can you hold your liquor?"Stan smiled. "More or less.""You're being humble now." Mr. Fowler smiled at him. "You're definitely a good drinker.""A little."Rea had enough right then. "Dad, Stan has work to do, and he has to return to Franconia tomorrow. You're going to make things difficult for him."Mr. Fowler smiled awkwardly. "Right…" "You think?" Rea huffed, snatching his wine away. "Everyone only gets to have one glass."Mr. Fowler glared at Rea. "Party pooper."Rea shrugged. "I'm doing this for your
Rea turned her head aside. "Then what's your hobby?"Stan did a double take and remembered his life… which was work and more work.It had been years since he took leave, and he would not get to goof off the last few days if it had not been for Zachary's wedding.Hobby? He certainly did not have anything like that.Now that he thought about it, his life was boring and monotonous, and he did not have anyone very close.That was why he wanted a kind, understanding wife to care and offer him company while he took care of her needs.When he looked up at Rea, he clearly felt that she was not for him—he needed someone to take care of him, but with her, he would be busy taking care of her instead."You're looking at me weirdly," Rea suddenly said."How so?" Stan asked.Rea moved closer, looking him in the eyes and asking solemnly, "Don't tell me—you've fallen for me?""You don't just suffer from a flawed personality—you're narcissistic too."Stan pursed his lips and checked the tim