登入"There's really no need to go this hard on someone."The moment the words left Marcus's mouth, Grayson slowly lifted his gaze from the documents, expression cool but eyes noticeably darker.Marcus nodded instantly. "I'll get back to work."Though she IS technically his wife. If she wears herself out, that's on him, not anyone else.Marcus chuckled quietly to himself and let himself out of the office.Isla printed everything out, categorized it, and got to work. Fortunately, her memory was sharp and her instincts sound she worked through noon straight to the end of the day, organizing and summarizing the whole mess, already drafting the final report.As closing time approached, she abandoned her original plan to work late remembering the company's overtime penalty just in time and had the butler collect the mountain of files instead. She rode back to the estate, disappeared straight into her study, and kept working.She was busy enough to be genuinely dizzy.Dinner came and went in a h
It was Bianca.I never responded to her last text. She's probably about to blow up.Isla let it ring a beat before answering. "Hello.""Give me Grayson's contact information. All of it," Bianca demanded, all business.Isla's brow furrowed. "You're overestimating me. Why would I have his number?"Bianca's tone soured instantly. "How do you NOT have his contact info? You're literally his wife. Can't you just ask your own husband? How is this hard for you?"Isla's expression went cold and flat. She sat up straight, voice flat. "If you actually like him, ask him yourself. Getting his number through a third party just makes it look like you've been secretly digging up his information."She hadn't forgotten Grayson's warning in the car, or how quickly he'd caught onto her last scheme. Acting alone again seemed like a genuinely bad idea.Bianca's entitled tone alone was enough to make Isla want to withhold everything on principle.Not giving it to her. Let her stew.Bianca's fury flared befo
Marcus smiled and nodded instantly. "Understood, sir. I know you only like it when Isla's the one talking too much."The young master was furious enough with her to go visibly pale, and STILL he considers how this reflects on her standing. Genuinely rare to witness.Marcus finished sealing the boxes and had nearly made it to the door before Grayson stopped him."Wait."Marcus turned back to find him seated, composed as ever."Sir?"Grayson crossed his legs, resting one arm along the chair's armrest, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same lazy, aristocratic ease he always carried. "Go pull those bottles of red wine I've been collecting. Send them over."Marcus assumed he'd misheard. "A return gift?""Mm." The reply came casual, unbothered.Marcus blinked, then had to fight off a laugh a second time. "Sir, those are your personal collection. You haven't even opened one for yourself.""Just do what I asked. Stop overexplaining." His tone sharpened, edged with genuine impatience."
"I already made amends. You're the one refusing to accept it, that's not on me." It wasn't obtained through anything shady. It's a gift, freely given, so why shouldn't I accept it on your behalf?Watching her stay this stubborn, Grayson felt a vein twitch at his temple.What kind of twisted logic is this?"You destroyed my treasured collection with your own two hands, and now you're patching the hole with someone else's contribution. Explain to me exactly what part of that counts as 'making amends'!" His voice sharpened, colder, laced with real reprimand. His eyes, locked on Isla, had gone flat and frosty.Isla set her hand over his on her cheek, heart hammering, but tilted her chin up regardless, resolve firm in her eyes. "Did YOU ever stop to consider whether it was fair to be extorting me every chance you get, Mr. Vale?!""Still talking back!" Grayson's voice dropped further."I'm not arguing, I'm stating facts. YOU'RE the one who told me you're worth a fortune per encounter, five
"Translator Bennett." Isla had just walked back into the office when someone called out to her.This is supposed to be break time. Did someone catch us?She turned to find Bradley smiling at her like a doting uncle."Bradley, everything okay?"Bradley glanced around, then leaned in close, dropping his voice. "Isla, do you have a minute for that whole 'gift for the boss' arrangement?""Now?" Isla asked quietly."Yep.""Sure." Isla nodded, best to get this sorted quickly. "Give me a second to drop my bag.""Take your time," Bradley said, hands folded behind his back, still radiating that same benevolent smile.Isla dropped her bag off fast and hurried back.Following Bradley to his office, she spotted several exquisite porcelain vases lined up on his desk, some brightly patterned, some in classic blue-and-white. And there, unmistakably, sat one nearly identical to the one she'd shattered in Grayson's office.Still boxed up, clearly recently appraised.Several other senior executives lin
But unlike Grayson's effortless, casual smile, Isla sat rigid, cheeks flaming, posture frozen like a malfunctioning robot.I know exactly what I meant by that. I just can't say it out loud without visualizing the whole thing.My imagination is doing WAY too much work right now."Isla, you really are... a little unhinged, aren't you. Tsk." A slow smile spread across his sharp jaw, only making him more infuriatingly handsome.He drove with effortless elegance, every inch of him polished, and that smile carried an unmistakably impure edge."!""How am I the unhinged one here?!" Isla flushed, shooting him a furious glare.Watching her fluster only deepened his smile."Fine, settling the last six hundred dollars, then: my leg hair, or your husband's? Give me a real argument for why I'm supposed to be jealous."This man has genuinely lost his mind.Arguing about LEG HAIR. Unbelievable.Heat crept up from Isla's scalp. Watching that knowing smile, she was fully aware he was baiting her, prob







