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
As Irene hung her head, Stan said, "Please pack her belongings, Mrs. Watson."Despite what Stan said, Mrs. Watson just had to pick up Irene's laundry and nothing else. After she was done, Stan brought a wheelchair, and Mrs. Watson helped Irene to get on it.With the men he brought, it looked as if Stan was afraid she would run away, and the overkill was enough for Mrs. Watson to tell that something was wrong. "Did you upset your husband again, Mrs. Jefferson?"Irene said nothing."Why?" Mrs. Watson simply could not understand, and disliked that about her. Irene could get along with Isaac and have a blissful married life with him. How many women would die for that?!"Because—"Before Irene could finish, however, they watched as Stan stomped on the rose bouquet Harvey sent, leaving an utter mess before telling Irene, "Mr. Jefferson's orders."Irene remained impassive—she did not really like those roses anyway."Do whatever you want," she said flatly. "Was that from the man
The doctor did not answer immediately, and instead asked, "Is your family with you?"Samantha, who had been standing at a corner, promptly replied, "I'm his wife."Like any other human being, Samantha yearned dearly for the one thing she lacked. While she was just a mistress, she certainly would never miss a chance to introduce herself as Mrs. Spencer out in the open!"Is my husband alright, doctor?" she asked then."No, there's no need for worry," the doctor replied. "Anyway, I'll be writing a receipt for you, Mr. Spencer. There's another test you should take."After writing on a piece of paper and passing it to Lionel Spencer, the doctor said, "You can go now. Your wife can stay."Lionel, however, could tell that the doctor was trying to send him out of the room. "Just be honest with me, doctor," he said. "There's no need to hide anything from me. I'm prepared for the worst."The doctor stayed awkwardly silent for a moment, and said, "Very well."He read through the reports a
However, Irene did not feel anything toward Harvey's predicament—the man had come up with that plan himself. He should have been prepared to fight Isaac when he did. He was not, however, and he could only blame his own stupidity for his losses."That's your darling, right there. Don't you have anything to say?" Isaac asked as he stared at Irene's face, looking for a reaction—he naturally did not take Harvey's explanation at face value.Irene was completely nonchalant, and he knew right then that Harvey was mostly telling the truth. After all, if she was really in love, there was no way she would not get worried about Harvey. Her nonchalance just meant that she did not care!But even if that had been an act, it was reality that she wanted to divorce him!Was she really that obsessed with leaving him? "Why are you so insistent on a divorce, Irene Spencer?" he asked directly with a dark look.Irene rolled her eyes. "You know that I'm with Harvey—""He already told me that it's a
"L-Let go…" Irene whispered even as she struggled. Isaac did not, however, and held her soft hand in his palm as he leaned in to kiss her lips.Irene would have usually resisted, but she was weirdly silent and did not push him away this time.In fact, she closed her eyes, quietly feeling the breath of another person and her heart racing as a result! His kiss was passionate, endless and enrapturing. One could not help being captivated by it! Since it was the first time she was being so docile, Isaac wanted more than kisses, and began to reach deeper to conquer her.His fingertips brushed past her collarbone, loosening her collar and sliding off her straps. Irene finally regained her senses from his dizzying kiss when she felt the sudden coldness over her chest, and realizing what he was doing, evaded him in panic. "Stop!"Isaac's gaze appeared clouded. "You enjoyed that too, didn't you?""No, I didn't." Irene denied it."Really?" Isaac brushed a finger over her lips that was