Quentin said nothing.She looked up and noticed that his jaw was tense and he had a stern air in him.Was he angry? Or did he feel embarrassed because she was hanging on him? Iris felt a little regretful. Perhaps she should not have acted so petulantly. Why could she not stay alone?Otherwise, she could have walked on her own and tagged along when he went to collect the food. Why did she cling to him like that?Putting herself in Quentin’s shoes, she could imagine the embarrassment her actions must have caused him.Iris was entertaining the bees in her bonnet while the delivery guy had placed the food on the dining table. “Hope you enjoy your meal. Goodbye,” the delivery guy said before leaving.Slam!The door shut. Iris was still hanging on Quentin. He did not move either. Moments later, Iris looked up. “A-aren’t we going to eat?” she asked meekly.The moment she spoke up, Quentin lowered his head and stared at her darkly.He was like a predator eyeing his prey and that made
There was a subtle change in Iris’s expression.Iris did not know what was wrong with her that day. She looked up at Quentin and blurted, “Um, do men your age usually have such good self-control? Or perhaps your age is catching up?”Quentin had just buttoned his shirt and was about to sit down when Iris asked him that question. He stared at her sternly. “What did you say?”Iris knew that she had asked the wrong question from the way he looked at her. She quickly lowered her head. “N-nothing.”Hidden from his view, Iris appeared remorseful. She regretted not controlling her tongue well. Why on earth did she ask such a question? Quentin was just like any man. No man could accept anyone questioning their ability in that particular department. It was a blow to their pride.She sighed inwardly, not knowing what was wrong with her. Had he spoiled her too much that she was emboldened and began to speak freely around him?Quentin remained still. Iris looked up awkwardly and pushed his pl
That night after showering, Quentin heard a ping coming from his phone—he received a notification.He was clad in a bathrobe and strode over to his table to pick up his phone.[President Hall, I’ve emailed you about Iris’s movements over the last two days.]Putting his phone down, Quentin powered up his laptop and entered his email account.The email started with Iris’s itinerary for yesterday. She was at her ramen shop the whole day, only leaving for a while to head over to the supermarket before going home.Everything seemed normal yesterday.Today was the same, she was at her ramen shop. However, she went out in the afternoon to a café. The person she met up with came as a surprise for Quentin.He narrowed his eyes when he saw Isabelle Shachbury’s name.He remembered coming home to see Iris in an extremely frightened state. She claimed that she had a nightmare but Quentin was not easily fooled. She would not appear that frightful if it were just a bad dream.He guessed that
Night. Rain poured down in heavy sheets as lightning flashed. Dragging her suitcase behind her, Claire Schmidt wandered aimlessly in the rain.“Claire, Joshua didn’t leave you because he won the lottery, but because you didn’t fulfill your obligations as a wife.”“Claire Schmidt, aren’t you bored of this yet? I’ve wanted a divorce for a long time. Are you against it because you’ve got your eyes set on the family fortune?” Claire did not know if it was rain or tears on her face. Her vis
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