All Chapters of Moving On from a Cheater: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Where is he? Where is he?" Denise exclaimed excitedly, scanning the room as if expecting to find a man hidden somewhere. "Is he in the closet? He's not naked, is he?" she joked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.Iris was speechless.Yvonne narrowed her eyes at Iris, demanding, "Spill it.""I'm not hiding a man," Iris replied honestly. "The coat belongs to my boss; he left it here.""Jason Just?" Yvonne asked, her interest piqued.Iris nodded, "Yes, who else could it be? You know he's my boss."Denise, slightly disappointed that there was no man to find, said, "There's only a coat here?"She then asked, raising an eyebrow, "Is he that tall, good-looking man I saw with you last time? The one I encouraged you to pursue?"Iris confirmed, "That's right."Yvonne pressed on, "How did his coat end up at your place? Was he here?"As Iris thought back to the time they were stuck in the elevator, hugging each other, and a flush of guilt washed over her. Avoiding eye contact, she explai

[I'll arrive at three.]Iris replied, [Got it.]Because Jason was away, Iris had little to do. She spent the morning reading, and during her noon break, she returned home to tidy up the place. She had rushed to work that morning, so the cleaning was less than thorough.As she bent down to throw away the trash, she strained the injury on her waist. Afterwards, she went to the bathroom to inspect the wound in the mirror and apply some iodine. Wounds tended to heal slowly in winter. She cleaned the house until it was spotless and even washed the bed sheets. After that, she headed straight to the airport from home.She arrived half an hour early. The flight was delayed, and she only saw Jason an hour later. Jason wasn’t in a suit; he wore a black sweater over a white shirt, black casual pants that accentuated his long legs, and a trench coat draped over his arm, with a suitcase in his left hand."Mr. Just!" Iris waved.He spotted her waving both hands at the arrival hall and smil

Fiora was too overwhelmed by her emotions to think properly. She was dazzled by the sudden passion, her focus solely on the sexy and domineering man before her. Her voice was soft and gentle, almost as if it was made of water, as she said, "You don't have to take responsibility."Stanley picked her up, and they fell onto the bed. In an instant, his kisses enveloped her like a storm. His kisses and his hands that tore her clothes off were rough and devoid of tenderness. It was as if he were venting his fury on her, as if he were doing to her what he wished to do to another person.Fiora was swept away by the intensity of the moment. She found herself falling for this man even more, relishing the feeling of being taken forcefully. Caught in this whirlwind of emotions, she let herself be manipulated by Stanley, her body and mind in a heightened state of excitement.It wasn't until they had crossed the threshold of intimacy and their two bodies had merged into one that Stanley finally r

At first, Dennis doubted his eyes, but upon closer inspection, he confirmed it was indeed his daughter. Instead of approaching her and intruding upon their meal, he returned to Cassie and asked, "Do you think our Iris is in a relationship again?"Cassie replied nonchalantly, "She just got divorced. It seems too soon for that."Cassie knew how much their daughter loved Stanley. Even though they're divorced now, she thought Iris wouldn't move on and enter a new relationship so quickly. Moreover, finding the right person was challenging. Cassie had been keeping an eye out, but had yet to find anyone suitable for Iris."But I just saw her at a barbecue restaurant with a man," Dennis stated.Cassie's interest piqued, "Really?"He affirmed, "I saw it with my own eyes.""Is the man good-looking?" she inquired."I didn't see what he looked like," he replied."Let's go take a look," Cassie suggested.Dennis hesitated, "We can't leave our stall unattended...""It's fine, we're just ste

Jason asked, "Do you think I would lie?"Iris shook her head vigorously. "You're a man of your word."Jason chuckled, then got up to retrieve a document folder from his study, handing it to her. "The case is quite complicated, so take your time to study it."Iris nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Just...""No need to thank me." He looked at her with a meaningful gaze. "Don't forget that you agreed to put off all the thank you gifts for now, accumulate them, and give me one big gift in the future."For some reason, Iris smelled a trap. She asked, concerned, "What if, when the time comes, I can't afford what you want?"Jason leaned back in his chair. "You can offer yourself instead; I'll accept that.""What?!""Just kidding," he said. "Don't worry; what I want, you can afford," he added mysteriously.Iris brushed off the uneasy feeling. After all, she believed Jason didn't have any interest in her. She was a divorced woman, and he was like a deity in their field; surely, he would only be