Isaac lowered his eyes, leveling a penetrating gaze into hers.Irene smiled. "What? What's that look for?"She stood on the balls of her feet, wrapping her hands around his neck, and kissed him.The touch left him stiffening and flinching.She gently pulled away and murmured, "Are you upset?"Before he could answer, however, she said, "About the diary…"Isaac's eyes narrowed subtly, as if he did not expect her to mention it on her own.At the same time, Irene kept her arms around his neck, and brushed her chin against his chest since he was that tall. "I must've been fourteen when I wrote it, but I was too young and stupid to understand love, and at the phase when I'm curious about the opposite sex. I don't remember Seth after I left that phase.""Really?" Isaac was skeptical."Yes. You were acting weird, and I somehow thought the diary was the reason, so I took a look. That's why I know what upset you—anyway, I threw it away already since it doesn't even have any sentimental
The man in the lead said, "We're from a security company. Mr. Jefferson asked us to make a delivery.""Oh, come in…" Mrs. Watson muttered.She was actually intimidated by their appearance and was relieved when she actually realized that they were not actually thugs. As Irene looked up, the men opened one of the suitcases on the coffee table. "Ms. Spencer, yes? Please confirm you have received these items.""What are they?" she asked."Feel free to take a look." The men spun the suitcases to her end, and Irene was left raising her brow when she was what was inside.She did not know her jewelry, but she could tell that the set lying in the suitcase there was worth a fortune.The man introduced, "It's an antique, and once belonged to the royal household of Yvesia. Mr. Jefferson acquired this set of jewelry in a Minervan auction for 3.8 million dollars. He entrusted it to our company to bring it safely here to Zidonia."Irene had no idea what all of that meant, but the price tag
Erin darted inside her car the instant she saw Isaac. She did not even want to make eye contact, though that was less fear than her uneasiness with his coldness.She knew her place and certainly did not want him to misunderstand that she was a social climber, which was why keeping her distance was the best policy for her.For Isaac's part, he glanced at her car but did not say a thing.Lulu greeted him before leaving, while Irene walked up, linking arms with him as he headed inside the mansion."Did you send something in today?""Do you like it?" Isaac asked, watching her reaction.Irene's lips curled up briefly—she would be lying if she said she did not like it because no woman disliked sparkling jewelry.However, she did not love it that much and was perfectly without it anyway.What made her happy was Isaac's sincerity—it was obvious he was sincere."It's too expensive, so I wanted to keep it inside the safe in your study, but I didn't know the code, so I had to wait for yo
As Irene turned around, she smiled at Isaac. "It's important to you. I understand.""I'm not hiding it from you," he explained. "It's just something pointless…""Really?" Irene asked pointedly—she remembered his horrific outburst because she touched it. While she did not care about that before, she would be lying if she said the same still applied now."You've been young before too, Isaac. Maybe you had a crush before—""Enough." He cut her short, frowning slightly just then.He seemed… angry.Why? Because she mentioned his unspeakable past? And he still minded it now?"Do you have another woman in your heart, Isaac Jefferson?" she asked solemnly."No," he said, denying it.Irene was clearly skeptical, however—why else would he be overreacting? Who could it be? What could they have given him that he would care so much about that?"Well, you know the real answer to that. I wish that we are being honest with each other, and have faith in each other—but if the day comes that
Isaac's mind traveled to the past even as he spoke—he would never forget that day no matter how long had passed since.On the other hand, Irene seemed to grow in anticipation as she looked at the chest she was holding, as if realizing something.She slowly opened it and froze!That was the silver crucifix she lost!She remembered it clearly—her grandfather had given it to her, and she had it on since she was a year old!It was not pure silver either, but almost a dirty hue, and the sculpting of the J-man was absolutely lifelike.As she picked it up and gripped it in her hands, Isaac never noticed that because he was caught in his own reverie.He was afraid of water a while after that, but he was Isaac Jefferson—he would conquer any fear and certainly not allow himself to develop any phobia! "A girl saved you, right? Actually, it was not her. Her grandfather arrived in time too, or she might have drowned together with that boy in that pool."Isaac looked up, his dark pupils tw
Ricky Spencer told her, "Waking you is my job."Irene frowned, speechless.Ricky had come the other day, apologizing for letting his anger get to him. He said that he should have taken her job offer and was willing to take it if he was given a second chance… But it turned out that this is his job?Amused, Irene said, "Isaac arranged for this? Waking me is your job now?""Mr. Jefferson also asked me to take you to the wedding hall. The decorations are mostly in place, so you may see if it's to your liking. Also, your schedule for the day is adjustable—I merely decided on my own to wake you at this hour, though that's more your fault for being a sleepyhead."Irene gave him a look. "Mr. Jefferson…?""He's my boss from now on, so that's how I'm supposed to address him," Ricky said. "I'd rather not be given privilege or look like I got the job through my connections, since people would doubt my ability. Either way, this will be the start of my illustrious career."Irene thought she
Ricky could not quite keep up, but he was already following Irene despite his confusion. "What are we going to do?"They were not professional crisis negotiators—they were not saving anyone even if they went up there. Moreover, with so many journalists waiting downstairs, they might get dragged into it."Don't you find it weird?" Irene gave Ricky a look after they entered the elevator."What's weird?" Ricky did not get it—perhaps he was not as sharp because it did not really concern him."All those journalists were already waiting before that person did it. Where could they have gotten the news?"Irene knows that it was no coincidence because this was not an apartment block or residential area.If they really wanted to kill themselves, why did they have to pick Globe Tower? Moreover, everyone was aware that she and Isaac would have their wedding here, but would it really go on as scheduled if there was a jumper the day before? Certainly not!"Right," Ricky understood then, b
Robin's abrupt move caught Irene off guard and she could not quickly free herself, allowing Robin a firm hold."Let go!"Ricky dashed up to pry Robin's hand off, but she caught Irene's hand the instant she let go. Raving mad, Robin was bent on taking Irene with her!"You're crazy!" Ricky snapped, infuriated by her frenzy. "Just die alone if you want to!""No, I'll take her with me to my grave!" Robin cried, her strength bolstered by her madness.Ricky was afraid of shoving Robin's hand because she might pull Irene's hair off, and he kept bellowing furiously, "Let go!""Hahaha!" Robin laughed maniacally. "No, I won't!" Ricky narrowed his eyes, then suddenly leaned downward and bit down on Robin's hand!"Argh!" Robin cried out in pain.Ricky seized the moment to pry Robin's hand off and push her away, causing her to stumble backward in pain and knock into the windowsill.Ricky then gave her yet another firm push. "Fuck off already! Crazy bitch, pulling a woman's hair!"Robi