Irene was frowning because Harvey was the one who had sent her the invitation to an art exhibition he was organizing! What was his purpose? What did he want?She could not tell."What's on your mind?" Isaac asked as he entered to find her pensive with a card in her hand. Holding out his hand, he asked, "What is that?"Irene passed it to him nonchalantly. "Courtesy of Harvey Gooding."Isaac frowned at the mention of the name, and after reading it, he asked, "Are you going?"Initially, Irene had no such intention since she was not as friendly with Harvey as she would like to think. However, to disgust Isaac and make him willing to divorce her, she said, "Yeah."Isaac pursed her lips. He had no idea what Irene was thinking, but he certainly did not want her to go—not after Harvey tried to claim her for himself on more than one occasion.Moreover, the man was hardly cultured even if he graduated from a famous university. He would not even be able to tell between Monet and Manet!
As Irene's expression turned indifferent, Isaac asked her, "Are you cold?""No," she replied simply, having no intention to say another word. Isaac was more or less dispirited by her coldness, but tolerated and empathized. She had lost their children and was in the middle of her postpartum phase, and the sheer spite she must be holding after he pushed her off a building was all too understandable.He was willing to spend some time to let her warm up to him. After helping her into the car, he got in from the other door.…Once they arrived at the destination, the chauffeur alighted and took the wheelchair from the trunk, while Isaac got out as well to carry Irene, putting her in the wheelchair along with a blanket to keep her feet warm.Irene looked up and thought then that Harvey knew how to pick a good spot: the Old Gates of Cloud City was a national heritage site, preserved through the ages. One could smell the history just from standing there!As Isaac wheeled her inside,
Harvey was provoking and bragging at Isaac, which left Irene feeling unusually guilty, though she had no idea why she felt that way. Meanwhile, it turned out that Harvey had invited everyone rich and important to the art exhibition. While it appeared to be a grand occasion, many artists who had some degree of reputation could put together something like that as well. One should mention here that the works of anonymous artists tend not to receive admiration, let alone be bought at overpriced rates.As such, since most of the art pieces on show had no signatures, someone asked, "Harvey, where did you find these paintings? There's no signature or anything…" Harvey simply smiled. "Patience. You will soon understand the value of these pieces.""You had better not disappoint us. I would acknowledge the skill and aesthetic of the pieces, but if the artist is unknown, it will never be up to standard."Harvey kept smiling. "Now that depends on…" He allowed his voice to trailed off
Harvey had made the arrangement to force Isaac into making a higher bid.Whatever happened, he would make sure to slice a fat chunk of money from that man, because it took one to know one!It did not even matter if Isaac loved Irene—given the man's usual style, he would never allow a portrait of his own wife to fall into a stranger's hands.Moreover, it was proof that he was cucked, since Irene was pregnant with another man's child. The portrait was simply a reminder to Isaac that she had been with another man, even bearing her child!He had a hunch that once Isaac brought it home, he would tear it into pieces!Meanwhile, the crowd was in utter chaos.Everyone present was rich, but it was not as if their money was made out of thin air!Was that simple portrait worth over 41 million? They just could not understand!Moreover, Isaac was a champion who would never suffer losses when it comes to business, and the fact that he would spend that much money to buy that painting made eve
At that moment, Harvey realized that he had actually forgotten about that little fact. Back when the painting was done, he had promised to give it to Irene for free.Still, under the impression that she was on his side, he asked, "Shall we speak in private?"After all, Isaac had pushed her off a building, leaving her with a broken foot. Reasonably speaking, she must hate him, and the fact that he was conning so much money from Isaac should please him."We can talk here," Irene said, but she certainly did not protest that Harvey was tricking Isaac for his money. However, she felt as if Harvey was using her, and she should get a cut. She never valued money that much before, but circumstances were different now—she had no income, and she needed a lot of money for Tommy and her mother's living expenses. She must think for their sake.Harvey could see what she was getting at, and simply said right in Isaac's face, "30 percent. How about that?"He had lost too much money becau
Irene Spencer was a great doctor, a dancer, and a pianist. And now, a painter?Isaac actually doubted it—those other talents already made her plenty impressive. In fact, it was already impressive for the average individual to have two expertise. On the other hand, Harvey was getting smug because he could tell that Isaac missed his point. He laughed out loud, because he knew something Isaac did not. "I heard that some artists only draw their beloved. Do you think that this artist loves me, Mr. Jefferson?"Irene scowled. "You forced me to do it. I don't…"She paused mid-sentence—why should she even explain herself? In fact, she needed Isaac to hate her and divorce her right now!Hence, switching gears, she said, "I mean, you were pushy, but I definitely wanted to draw you."It was basically acknowledging that she was in love with Harvey. Despite it being a complete lie, those who hear that might not agree. Harvey actually did a double take, but glee soon appeared on hi
"I'm hurting worse than you," Isaac finished.In fact, his heart was broken!Tenderly brushing a finger against the corner of Irene's eye while he was aflame with emotion, he told her, "You're married to me and you're therefore mine. It's our destiny, and you should play the part of a wife too."In the past, he never believed in destiny—but he found belief because of her, and he was convinced that fate tied them together. On the first night of their wedding, they had somehow consummated their marriage even though he was insistent on not meeting her at the mansion. What was that, if not destiny?On the other hand, Irene gulped. She would have been willing to follow her agreement with Henry to uphold her marriage with Isaac—regardless if he loved her or was nice to her. The only thing that stood between that was the fact that she had a son who was not Isaac's.There was no telling what would happen once Isaac found out, what with his breathtaking anger management issues!Th
"I have something to ask her, or I'll die." Zachary cut Isaac short.Isaac stared at him for a while, and stayed silent. Considering that to be his silent approval, Zachary stood at the doorway without getting near Irene, staring at her as he asked, "Tell me—did Lulu leave me because she fell for someone else?"Irene thought to herself that she had never asked Lulu that, and Lulu never mentioned it."I don't know," she admitted.Zachary, however, believed that she was lying—how could she not know, when she had constantly been in touch with Lulu?"I'm sure I've never wronged you in any way. Why did you hide this from me?"Irene replied, "I didn't."Zachary doubted that, and simply sat down, leaning against the doorway. Irene had never seen him so despondent—the sun seemed to shine whenever he went, and it hurt her to see him like this.Zachary was a good man who had always been good to her, just as he had been kind and caring to Lulu when they were in a relationship. He rej
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