They went back to work, and in the evening, they left the office together.Jason said, "Lunch was my treat, so shouldn't dinner be your treat?"Iris replied generously, "Let's go to my place. I have ingredients in the fridge."That was Jason's goal, so he had no reason to refuse.Once they arrived, Iris took charge in the kitchen while Jason made himself comfortable, removing his coat and settling onto the couch.The sounds of Iris chopping crabs filled the air. Jason reclined, glancing towards the kitchen. In the warm light, Iris, clad in an apron, appeared almost ethereal – her figure so perfect it seemed like she had stepped out of a painting. Jason's gaze deepened.After more than an hour, Iris set the table with several dishes she had prepared. As they ate, she told him about the woman who went to their law firm to seek legal advice.After finishing her story, she asked Jason, "Am I still not mature enough?""Yes," he replied bluntly. "This kind of case is nothing. If you
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