All Chapters of Moving On from a Cheater: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"No, it's great. I really like it. That's why I want to know which restaurant it's from. I plan to go there this evening to try out some other dishes," Jason said.Iris was taken aback. "Um, actually, I made it myself..." She quickly explained, "When you asked me to buy food for you, I had just finished cooking. I thought I wanted to do something for you since you've been so kind to me ever since I started working here. I thought the food I made should be more hygienic than the food from restaurants, so I took the liberty of bringing you my own cooking."Jason stared at her for several seconds before remarking, "Well, I guess my mouth is out of luck.""I can cook for you," Iris offered almost immediately. "As long as you give me more opportunities to practice."Jason raised an eyebrow. "Am I not treating you well enough already? You're already handling cases independently as a legal intern. Isn't that practice?""Yes, you're right," Iris replied, acknowledging his support with gra

He couldn't believe his eyes. Someone actually dared do such a thing to a lawyer's front door? They must be tired of living.As he reached for his phone to call the police, he hesitated. Who would call him a cheater? Aside from Iris, he hadn't done anyone else wrong.Had she finally lost her composure?It should have been an infuriating situation, there was no trace of anger on his face. Instead, a hint of excitement flickered in his eyes. He dialed Iris' number."Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently busy..."It was then that he remembered Iris had blocked him. He rubbed his forehead helplessly but assured himself that it was fine; he would make her come to him on her own.Early the next morning, Iris was awakened by a knock at her door. Upon opening it, she found two police officers standing outside."Are you Iris Glover?" one officer asked.Iris nodded, "Yes, that's me.""We received a police report and have come to ask you some questions," he said.The other offi

Iris glared at Stanley, her heart stinging sharply. So in his eyes, her biggest value was doing laundry and cooking?"So, in your eyes, am I only worth doing laundry and cooking for you?" Bitterness surged in her throat, but she forced it back. She refused to shed another tear for him. "I guess I only have myself to blame," she said. She must have been blind when she chose someone like him to be her husband.Stanley realized that his words may have been a little hurtful, yet he stubbornly maintained his viewpoint. "You may not want to admit it, but that’s the reality. What you learned in school can't be fully applied in real life. You're used to working in the kitchen; your life revolved around me. You can't adapt to the deceit and politics of the workplace. Besides, you studied law, but you've abandoned it for too long – it's hard to pick it back up."Iris didn’t want to argue. Before she achieved anything significant, her words felt weak and futile. Her achievements would be her b

Jason watched in disbelief."Ouch..." Iris groaned, struggling to get up. The food container had fallen to the ground, rolling to a stop against the wall.Jason walked over and, like lifting a small child, grabbed her arms and pulled her up."Ouch, ouch!" she cried out. She had twisted her ankle, unable to put any weight on it. "I can’t stand…" she said helplessly.In response, Jason lifted her into his arms. The sudden movement caught Iris off guard, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her mind going blank in surprise.In the elevator, the space felt cramped and the air stagnant. Their bodies were close, breaths intertwining, creating an oddly intimate atmosphere. If it weren’t for the alcohol still clouding her mind, Iris would have wanted to find a hole to hide in to avoid the embarrassing situation."What floor?" his low voice broke the silence.Iris felt a bit more sober by now, but considering the situation, she could only pretend to be drunk still. S

"She doesn't lack anything..." Stanley muttered.Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Iris passing by outside the glass window. He could not be mistaken; after seven years together, her silhouette was etched into his memory."I have to use the restroom. You stay here and keep shopping," he told Fiora before striding out of the jewelry store and heading in the direction Iris had gone.Iris was standing in front of a flower stall, carefully admiring the blooms, seemingly wanting to buy a bouquet. In the past, whenever Jason returned home, he would see fresh flowers on the table and Iris bustling in the kitchen. Even when work was challenging, going home brought him comfort. But now, he found himself disliking going home. The maid couldn't even keep the most basic level of cleanliness, which caused him a lot of frustration.He slowed his pace as he approached her. Iris was caught between choosing sunflowers or daisies. The florist chimed in, "Ma'am, I think sunflowers suit you better."