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
While Isaac walked over to her, Pierre was going to pull out a chair when Irene smiled. "I'm fine on my own here. You can go about your other work."Taking his cue, Pierre kept his head lowered as he left, while Irene pulled out a chair for Isaac.As he sat down, she stood behind him and said, "Try it. I made it, and you know I rarely cook.""Indeed."She would always be in a hurry to get to work in the mornings, so it was Mrs. Watson who prepared breakfast, and they would be out of the house once they finished breakfast.Isaac naturally humored her and had the eggs first. It was just plain scrambled eggs and hardly as good as Mrs. Watson's cooking, but he found it exquisite.Wrapping her arms around his neck from behind, Irene asked mildly, "Is it good?""Yeah," Isaac replied. "You have to eat breakfast no matter how busy it gets, or it'd be bad for your stomach," Irene told him.Isaac turned and put his hand on hers. "Got it.""You should leave if you're finished. Don't
The building was at once grand and stylish. It was only natural since they were in Franconia, a city where the old met the new and where innumerable historical events occurred. Such a place of romance naturally would leave people forgetting to leave. Still, they were not visiting some famous tourist spot, but attending a banquet held by the Gallads, an influential dynasty.Everyone attending was rich or important, and Isaac already told Irene about the situation. Isaac wanted company because Stan had received information that this was not the usual social occasion attended by high society. Rumor had it that the Gallads were out looking for the right suitor since the family business was in the midst of a crisis, and they were planning to arrange a marriage that would get them out of a bind. Those who were aware naturally did not want to be picked—they had every right to refuse, but that would be a slight to the family.All Irene had to do was play the role of a wife, which s
Isaac actually wondered if Irene had crammed Franconian just to attend this event with him.Still, it was just two days, and there must be a limit to what she could learn.Even so, he admired her attitude."A doctor? May I ask what your specialty is?" one of the Franconians asked."Cardiovascular diseases. I'm working at a research center, however, not a hospital.""Oh," the man murmured, and shrugged. "I wouldn't have been able to tell."He meant that with Irene's pretty face and her stunning figure, it was reasonable to assume that she was a trophy wife.Still, her having a career surprised him, and then there was that fluent Franconian.Isaac studied her then—her Franconian did not seem crammed in a couple days, let alone novice. He was certainly surprised! As they spoke further, more came to speak with Isaac about business and economic trends. Irene simply could not keep up, and she stuck out since it was the men's playground anyway. Also, her leg was starting to ac
Irene turned toward the person, who said, "Mrs. Jefferson? Mr. Jefferson has instructed me to bring you to the break room."Irene did not buy it right away, but instead turned toward Isaac.He happened to be looking her way, and nodded slightly—a gesture to say that he had arranged it.Relieved, Irene told the man, "Thank you.""If you'd please follow me…" The man said gentlemanly, and led the way.The break room was vast and decorated grandly ust like the hall, and Irene quickly took a seat on the couch inside. She wanted to rub her ankles but stopped herself, finding it inappropriate. "Would you like something to drink?" "Juice, please," she replied."Sure," the attendant replied respectfully, and soon brought her a glass of grape juice. Putting it down, he said, "Just give me a shout if you need anything else, ma'am. I'll be outside.""Thank you," Irene said. The attendant closed the door as he left, but Irene could not relax—it was an unfamiliar environment and she
Isaac shook his head. "No, that's you."Irene naturally denied it. "I'm a thug? Am I even capable of beating you up?""Hit me, then. I won't hit back." Isaac put her hand on his face then, but Irene was not about to actually hit him even if he was spoiling her so much now. A man's face was his dignity, just as some jokes were permissible, while others were not.And Irene certainly was a person with propriety.Wrapping her arms around his neck, she spoke tenderly into his ears. "You're my husband, my world. I'd never lay a finger on you."Isaac kissed her so much that her lipstick smeared his lips. "You really know how to please me."Irene wiped his mouth as she said, "I'm being serious."That was when he suddenly bit her finger and she smacked him on the chest. "Ow!"As they fooled around, Irene's clothes were more or less off, unable to hide her stunning figure.Soon, the car stopped outside the castle and Isaac wrapped the blanket around her before carrying her out of the
Isaac looked up and held Irene's gaze for seconds. "You'll find out eventually."Irene frowned. "Acting all hush-hush would just make me more curious.""Get over here." Isaac put down his knife and fork then, and reclined slightly in his chair.Irene hesitated for a moment before walking around the table to him. He took her hand and pulled, and she fell on his lap. Putting his hand around her waist, he asked, "When did you learn Franconian?""While I was in school," Irene replied.There was a flash of admiration in Isaac's eyes as she leaned on his shoulder and added, "I guess my dad was right."Lionel Spencer might have disregarded her feelings and even coerced her to do things she did not like, but it was too evident that looks were not everything for the companion of a successful man. Even if she was not his equal, she at least needed some extent of knowledge and culture.She suddenly thought that it would have been great if Lionel were still alive—he would most certain