However, Irene quickly noticed the man's resemblance to Dennis and thought right then that the man was his son.Finn gave Irene a look, hinting that they should go because Neil Turner appeared agitated. He was certainly worried that Neil would say something that upset Irene, since she was not Dennis's family and had no authority to sign the consent forms for the surgery.It would be ideal if the surgery was a success, since Dennis's family had no issue to pursue and they would even be grateful to Irene.But if Dennis died, they would have every reason to pursue responsibility.Irene was not about to hide, however.Whatever happened had happened, and she did what she did—hiding would not solve anything. Neil stormed toward them with a furious glare. "Who do you think you are? You have no right to give the surgery a green light.""Director Turner was in danger. There was no time to think," Irene explained."That still doesn't give you the right to decide for my father," he gro
Staring at Martin with disbelief, Lulu asked, "What is this?""I know it took you a lot of courage to marry me, and that you didn't marry for love," Martin told her. "But whether it's impulse or recompense, I'm happy. So, even though I'm not rich enough to afford you an extravagant lifestyle, all I have is yours."Holding her gaze, he continued, "My father was an officer, but he died in the line of duty when I was twelve. My mother never remarried and raised me on her own, but she died from stomach cancer when I was 24. They left me with this house—the same one I grew up in—and I want to give it to you. That's why I registered you as a co-owner of this house."Picking up a yellow card, he said, "Here's the savings my parents left me. It's worth over ten grand."Picking up another card, he said, "This is my personal savings. There's up to 40 grand, and I have that much because I don't use it much."Lulu stared at everything in the box. They were so simple, yet precious and held i
Lulu told Martin, "You don't have to clean up. I'll get it done when I get home—I don't think men like you are that good with housework."Martin simply smiled and waved her off. "You underestimate me—I'm perfect with housework, save for cooking. Now go, or you'll be late."Lulu stared at him then, wanting to speak but unable to do it. There were three rooms in the house, and she wanted to tell him that he could sleep in another bed instead of leaving.But how could she tell Martin that? And what would he think of her after that?She married him, but she could not even play the role of a wife!Asking her newlywed husband to sleep in another bed was proof of her failure.Turning away, she strode out and closed the door behind her. …Irene fell asleep on the couch with Tommy in her arms.She was home early, and Isaac thought it weird to see her at this hour. Lately, she had been coming home later than he did.As he walked over to her, Irene opened her eyes.As she was just
Irene complained, "What are you doing sneaking around, Mom?!""You were too busy to notice me," Sheryl Harris retorted. "Also, I've always been quiet here at home."Irene was speechless.So, her own mother saw her kissing Isaac? She could die from embarrassment!Sheryl certainly knew that her daughter was easily self-conscious, and she smiled. "I didn't see a thing."Irene was speechless again. That just meant Sheryl did see! Why else would she say that? Turning around and heading to her room, Sheryl continued, "You guys keep doing what you were doing. Just pretend I was never here."Irene was speechless again. While people embarrassed themselves away from home, she somehow ended up doing it… in her own home! Shooting Isaac a look, she snapped, "It's all your fault." Isaac was speechless.Why was she blaming him? She was the one who kissed him! How was that his fault?Nonetheless, Irene turned and headed upstairs, jumping into bed and hiding herself beneath the blank
Irene soon found the right clothes and got changed while telling him, "Just sleep. I'm going to the hospital."However, Isaac was suddenly wide awake and sat up. "Why? Are you worried.""Yeah, I am," Irene admitted.Isaac got out of bed in turn and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Be nice. It's the middle of the night—just sleep, and don't think anything about it."Irene turned and looked at him then. "Did you know that I was being that eager today?"Isaac blinked his thick lashes a couple times. "Why?""To distract myself."She did not want to keep thinking about Dennis Turner, but she had yet to receive a call, which meant that Dennis's life was still in the balance—it could still be either death or good news. Isaac furrowed his brows so hard his brows almost knotted together.What did she take him for?He suddenly scooped Irene up in his arms.She smacked him on the shoulder. "What are you doing?! You scared me."That came out of the blue!Isaac simply carried
Zachary clicked his tongue twice. "You look like you have something to hide, but you're calling me a voyeur? You're the pervert here.""I can tell my lady whatever I like. Why do you care?" James snorted coolly. "You're just obviously jealous that others are doing fine.""Hah! I'm jealous?" Zachary said as he sat opposite him. "You're the brazen one, flaunting your lovey-dovey relationship in public."James held his gaze for a few moments and said, "I think you're losing your mind from jealousy."Zachary gave him a clever-girl look. "You can tell?"James was speechless for a moment. "Buzz off!"Zachary chuckled as the other man rose to his feet. "What are you doing here?""I'm in a diner. Do you think I'm taking a bath here instead?"James was speechless again and he really wanted to tell Zachary to buzz off just then!"Let's go together. I was here for a business meeting and I'm done now," Zachary said, looking serious just then.James shot him a look. "You've been busy for
The two men's clothes were disheveled as they lay flat on their blacks. Isaac was left scowling and speechless. "Why are they out here?" Irene asked, crouching as she did and frowning when the stench of alcohol hit her in the nose. "Were they drinking?""Probably," Isaac said, and he called Eagle along with the chauffeur. "Bring them inside."Once the chauffeur did so, he drove out with Mrs. Watson for her routine shopping for the children.Irene told Mrs. Watson, "Get them some pick-me-up too. They drank a lot."In fact, they were still unconscious."Okay," Mrs. Watson replied. "Don't worry—just leave them in the guest rooms, and I'll tend to them."Irene nodded and told Isaac, "Let's go.""Yeah."Isaac drove out of the mansion first, with Eagle following in another car.Seeing that they were not heading to the hospital, Irene said, "You're going the wrong way. Take a left up ahead.""You're going to work," Isaac told her.Irene was speechless. "No, I'm going to—""If
Irene lifted a brow and wondered to herself if Isaac was a frequent guest here. Why else would the man greet him so warmly? Still, she had yet to find what this place was for."And who might this lovely lady be?" the man asked, turning towards Irene just then—this was the first time Isaac brought a woman here."My wife." Isaac nodded slightly. "Please show us the way to the horse stables."Irene's eyes widened and turned in surprise toward Isaac, asking softly, "Are we riding horses?""Yeah. So? Are you afraid?" Isaac asked.Horse-riding was certainly a novelty for Irene since she had never done it before.However, she wielded scalpels and cut people open, starting out with corpses while she was an intern.In that sense, what was there to fear about horses?Spurred by her ego, she reared her chin. "Don't underestimate me."Isaac chuckled. "Sure."They headed into the building and took a small cart to the stables.It was ten minutes until they stopped outside the stables.