Irene answered earnestly, "...I did.""Do tell," Isaac said, his interest piqued. "When you told me that you're only staying with me because of Tommy, I decided that I should not use him to shackle you. You have the right to pick who you love, and…""And you faked your death to leave me." Isaac's gaze turned dark. "Should I thank you for your generosity?"Irene reared her chin at him. "You're welcome."Isaac said nothing, but his step quickened as she pulled her back to her room.Once inside, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to bed, while Irene turned, doing her best to hide her scars.As he put her down, she leaned on her side and kept one cheek visible, but Isaac hovered on top of her, gently turning her face. "You don't have to hide from me." Even so, Irene was still uneasy with revealing her flaw and she was used to hiding it.Isaac simply lay by her side and nestled against her neck while stroking her bulging belly."I love you, Irene," he whispered alluri
Mark Wickers was acting all shady and suspicious as he sneaked into the forum, and was craning his neck while waiting for the right timing to get a seat."Mr. Wickers," Irene called out to him.As Mark turned around, he stumbled backward when he saw her face, barely keeping his balance as he quickly kept a hand against the wall."A-Are you a ghost?"" he stammered.Irene remembered that she had mostly healed from her burn scars. It was natural that Mark would be spooked to see her now, since he would still be convinced that she was dead."No, I'm not dead," Irene tried to explain. "What?!" What was going on? How did she come back to life?!"Look, now's not the time for that," Irene quickly said. "What are you doing here?"Mark sighed. "I didn't get an invitation, but I really wanted to be here, so…""Got it," Irene replied. "Come with me."Mark was surprised. "You can get me in?"He even tried to pull strings, but he simply could not make it in.Irene turned and gave him
It was a worker, who appeared sloppy as he carried a stack of documents and stood outside the door.Irene's speech was cut short because of his sudden intrusion. Knowing the abruptness of his arrival, he quickly lowered his head and walked along the wall.He was here to deliver documents and had to use his elbow to keep the doors open as he entered, since he was holding the stack of paper in his arms. He just did not expect the doors to swing open so abruptly and loudly, leaving him at a loss.Still, the distraction was soon over, and Irene remained unaffected as she finished her speech.Isaac had been sitting at an inconspicuous corner, his gaze bypassing countless others to stay fixed on Irene.She seemed to sparkle when she spoke about her expertise, her confidence making her glow bewitchingly.He did not even realize that he was smiling faintly, but he certainly admired her at that very moment.She was no naive, ignorant child, and he could feel the passion in her speech.A
The call just happened to be from Zachary.Isaac raised a brow when he saw the name on the screen, seemingly expecting it.Speak of the devil indeed."I need a favor," the voice from the other end said."I'm at the Elegant Dawn. Get over here."The person on the other end was silent for a moment, before saying, "Okay."With that, Isaac put away his phone and turned toward Irene. "He'll be here soon. You can talk to him here."He told Zachary to come over so that Irene did not have to make a trip. Irene nodded.After half an hour, Zachary arrived and he was led to the private booth by a host."Isaac—"He was going to speak with Isaac immediately, but froze completely when he saw the person beside him.He thought he was seeing things.He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but she was still there."Irene?" he called out tentatively, but soon decided that he must be mistaken—Irene was dead and they even saw her corpse. How could she still be alive? Did Isaac miss her so m
Irene held his gaze just then. "What?""This is good. Try it," Isaac said, putting a chunk of meat on her plate.She cut a slice and put it in her mouth, but it was not until she started chewing when she realized that something was suspicious.Turning toward Isaac warily, she asked, "Why are you being weird?""You're just being paranoid," Isaac told her. "Here. Have some more."That only aroused Irene's suspicion further. "Really? You're not hiding something from me?" "What do I have to hide?"Isaac actually sounded confident, because he had nothing to hide.However, Ricky Spencer had asked to see him before, but he was too busy—now that he thought about it, it might have been because of Lulu.He was therefore feeling guilty, and worried that Irene would get upset because he did not get involved."More," he said, and kept pushing more food to her, until there was a small hill of food on her plate.Irene was speechless—was she a pig or something?"I can't finish this," she
It sounded like something shattering, so Irene opened the door again and called out, "Ricky?"No one answered.She started to head inside, but Isaac caught her. "Stop," he said, walking ahead of her. "I'll look inside. Wait for me here."Things appeared rather dark and creepy inside, and he was worried about potential danger.Irene nodded and he headed inside, where he found Ricky behind a couch. The whole house stank of alcohol and there were many empty bottles of alcohol on the floor.Ricky had drank so much that he smelled as if he was just scooped out of a vat of alcohol.While Isaac frowned, Irene walked toward him. "Is Ricky there?""Yeah," he replied.The curtains were drawn, and there were just a few rays of sunshine spilling in.There was no telling how long Ricky had stayed within the darkness, and he was holding his hand over his eyes, seemingly uncomfortable with the light."Ricky?" Irene called out as she walked over to him.Ricky narrowed his eyes, though h
There was no telling how long it had been since Ricky visited a hairdresser—his hair was long and unkempt like a bird's nest, and there was uneven stubble growing over his chin.Grooming was even more out of the question, and he looked just like a homeless bum."Don't go." His head seemed to have cleared considerably, and came running to stop Irene. "I need you. It's about Lulu.""Okay, I'll wait." Irene paused, held his gaze for a moment, and spoke. Ricky nodded, and promptly ran into his house, taking a bath and even shaving.Irene did not get impatient either, but standing when heavily pregnant was taxing, and her legs were getting swollen.Sensing her discomfort, Isaac placed a supporting hand over her back. "We can wait in the car.""Okay."Over an hour passed—it was quite some time, but Ricky was a different man when he came out.There was not even a whiff of alcohol from his body, only the faint fresh scent of soap.The mansion was only stinking of alcohol because i
Ricky asked, "What's wrong?""Lulu would never run away, and the fact that she's missing might be proof enough that she's being held against her will… or hurt!" Irene suspected that Lulu's disappearance was connected to the Slates and the Lindts, especially since Ember was no angel!Lulu was alone. If she really was captured or hurt… Irene did not even want to think about it, even as her chest felt stuffy from worry.What should they do?Isaac agreed with Irene—an adult would not go missing for no reason.It could only mean that she was hurt or held against her will.Still, he patted Irene gently on the back. "Calm down. I'll help you look."When Irene looked up at him, her eyes were basically saying, 'Why did you not get involved earlier?'However, she could not fault him because he had no obligation to do so, but she felt flustered at the thought that Lulu might be in danger.As she lost her cool, Ricky could see the question in her eyes and complained right away, "I tri
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