Lara glared at Irene and asked, "Seth loves you, doesn't he?"Irene frowned. "You're imagining things—""I'm not. My groom ran away and came here to Zidonia. And the only woman he was in contact with is you." It turns out that Lara came to Irene not only because she hurt Seth, but to find out what was going on between Irene and Seth!Irene raised a brow in turn. It seems this misunderstanding would persist if she did not make things clear. "First of all, I didn't even know that he's a runaway groom. We were just neighbors in the past, and we've never met or been in touch since he moved abroad. You can even verify that. In fact, we were only reunited by chance because I needed plastic surgery, and he happened to be the surgeon arranged by a friend. We barely met that many times even then."Lara certainly never found evidence that Seth was in contact with Irene before returning to the country."Then why did you hurt him?" she asked."Because he's disgusting," Irene replied.
There were cameras in the walkways of the hotel where Lulu and Zachary had their tryst.Her identity would be exposed if he saw the recordings, and she should not cause trouble for him since he decided to start over.Putting on her clothes, she hurried to the hotel.She spoke to the hotel management, but they had regulations against erasing it.While she was left at a loss what to do, Martin arrived. "What are you doing here?"Lulu tugged on her own sleeve in reflex, pursing her lips as she felt nervous inside. "W-What are you doing here?""I was going to check out," he said. Lulu then remembered that Martin had to lodge here because he was wounded."So? What were you doing here?" Martin asked just then.Lulu hesitated. "I-I wanted to ask them to delete the footage of me being here…"Martin stared at her for a couple heartbeats, but soon said, "I'll help."Walking up to the front desk, he flashed his badge and asked to delete the footage of Lulu.The management had to comp
The front desk receptionist put down the phone and told Irene, "I'm sorry, but Mr. Jefferson refused to see you. Please leave.""What?" Irene exclaimed in disbelief. Isaac refused to see her? Did he do something here that she was not supposed to find out?Whipping out her phone from her bag, she called him directly, but no one answered.As she frowned, the elevator nearby jingled before the doors opened and a ringtone could be heard.She looked up to find his towering figure striding toward her.His shirt collar was a little loose, while his straight cut trousers hugged his long legs.He was hardly his usual impeccable appearance in suit and tie. Irene stared at him then, realizing then that this was how he usually looked while he was at the office, and it somehow made him appear mundane. The receptionist saw the ringing phone Irene was holding, and then at Irene. She wondered then if she was Isaac's bride for that wedding, which had to be called off for some reason.As
Irene quickly turned toward Isaac, who had released her without her realizing it and stood there, looking all-serious.It was as if she was the one brazenly trying to kiss him."Mr. Jefferson." The employees at the door greeted Isaac just then."Yeah," Isaac replied flatly. "Come in."He took Irene's hand then and stepped outside, not forgetting to introduce her as they went. "She's my wife. Greet her properly the next time you see her.""Yes, Mr. Jefferson." The employees all agreed with one voice and turned toward Irene. "Hello, Mrs. Jefferson.""Hello." Irene smiled politely, but she loathed Isaac just then for making her look like a fool.First impressions were vital, and what were the people in this building going to think of her now?Isaac had completely ruined her image! Once inside Isaac's office and the door closed behind them, she grabbed Isaac by the collar down to eye-level. She had no choice since he was too tall—it was the only way to look into his eyes with
Irene forgot how to react right then as she spaced out, allowing Isaac to kiss her as much as he wanted.Irene slowly softened, her temper calming.After a long while, Isaac released her, and her lips were bright red like peaches that were just soaked in water.She lowered her gaze. "What time will you leave work?""Maybe later. I have a meeting at six," he said.Irene checked her wristwatch—it was almost six. "I'll wait.""Okay," Isaac said. Irene then settled herself on the couch and started reading a book she picked randomly.Isaac picked up his coffee and sat beside her. "Let's salvage your image on another occasion."Irene hated the mere mention of that. "Fine," she said, seemingly resigning herself since it was pointless now. "Though they'd think less of you since I left a bad impression, believing that you have poor taste, picking a woman who only thinks about getting frisky. I'm no domestic goddess anyway, so they can say whatever they like." "That's the spirit." Is
Isaac pursed his lips. "What? Why would you ask that?"Irene released him then and straightened herself, looking serious as she voiced her hunch. "Nothing good ever comes out of your lips."Isaac smiled despite his irritation—what did she really take him for? Had he really never said anything nice?!"That's slander."Irene snorted. "Fine, then tell me: what makes me a good wife?"Isaac replied solemnly. "You're a domestic goddess.""Why does that sound ironic in my ears?" Irene leered at him, but she did not press the issue. "Whatever. I'll believe you for now."They returned home later, and Mrs. Watson was taking care of housework while Sheryl was caring for the children. Irene thought then that although she was a wife, she really had not done much for her family, and so decided to cook. She should at least do that once in a while!Still, when they sat down for dinner and Tommy had a bite from Irene's boiled egg, he pouted. "Mrs. Watson's looks better."Irene had a taste an
They opened the front doors to reveal a grand hall with a tall ceiling and two separate curved staircases on both ends—just like the castles one would see in movies.There were up to eight Franconian servants, standing in a row and adding to the classical presence the castle carries. "Mr. Jefferson," Pierre greeted Isaac. He was the butler, a tall and slender man dressed in a fine suit, and he appeared rather advanced in age. Isaac introduced Irene. "This is my wife. We will be staying here for a couple days.""Ma'am," Pierre greeted her respectfully, while introducing the servants and what their job entailed. "However, they would mostly stick to cleaning the building as it isn't usually unoccupied. I'll have them prepare your room."As Irene nodded in understanding, he deftly directed the other servants to work, since he knew best what they were good at and what tasks they were best suited for. Naturally, the castle was kept flawlessly clean despite its size."I shall have a
Irene rarely took the initiative, but he was barely finished when she wrapped her arms around Isaac's neck and kissed his lips. Her lips were soft and sweet, and it caught Isaac off guard.Still, he soon came to his senses and responded with passion, and he carried her over to a table as they continued to swap spit.As Irene's shoulder strap slipped off and revealed her fair, beautiful skin, Isaac's breathing turned ragged and he suddenly paused, staring at her in confusion. "What…"Irene held his gaze, but eventually gave in and burst out in laughter. "I'm on my period."Isaac was left speechless—he knew something was wrong since she was always shy, getting passive when things began to get frisky. Why would she suddenly behave like that? Although he took a moment to calm down, his voice was still hoarse, "Was it fun, messing with me?"Irene nodded repeatedly. "Yeah. It really is."Annoyed but having no choice, Isaac straightened her close. "You better pray your period last