Irene came to a halt when she spotted Adam, dressed in his golf attire, holding a golf club and gracefully swinging it to strike the ball. In a single swing, the ball found its way into the hole.Morgan, who had been walking ahead of Irene, approached Adam and exchanged greetings with him. Adam turned to acknowledge Morgan's greeting, and it was at this moment that Morgan introduced Irene as the winner of the inter division competition from the administrative division."Mr. Hemmings, allow me to introduce Irene from the administrative division, who will be competing against you," Morgan introduced Irene to Adam.Their eyes locked, and Irene decided to break the silence with a friendly greeting, maintaining her professionalism, "We meet again, Mr. Hemmings."Adam reciprocated Irene's greeting with a polite nod. Morgan chuckled and admitted his forgetfulness, remarking, "Oh, right! You two had that out of town event together. I guess there's no need for introductions then." Irene chuckl

Evening descended, Irene stood before the mirror, contemplating her reflection in a pristine white dress. She examined herself from different angles, a furrow forming on her brow."Does this look suitable? It feels a bit strange," Irene mumbled to herself, her fingers nervously fiddling with the fabric.After a moment's contemplation, Irene decided to change her outfit. She approached the pile of clothes she had carefully taken out of her wardrobe and strewn across the bed. Sorting through her options, she eventually settled on a black dress.She slipped into it with a sense of purpose, but as she attempted to zip it up, frustration crept in. The zipper refused to cooperate, causing Irene to grumble in annoyance.Suddenly, a gentle knock echoed through the room, and the door slowly swung open. It was Noah, his eyes widening as he took in his mother's transformed appearance."Wow, Mom, you look so beautiful," Noah exclaimed, his admiration shining in his eyes.Irene blushed slightly an

The wine flowed freely as Irene and Adam continued their dinner at the elegant Sora Restaurant. The evening had taken on a more relaxed and congenial atmosphere, with laughter and shared stories punctuating their conversation.Irene's enthusiasm for the wine was evident, and she had quickly finished her first glass. Without hesitation, she reached for the bottle to pour herself another, eager to savor the rich flavors that complemented the meal. However, as she attempted to pour more wine into her glass, her hand was suddenly intercepted.Adam gently but firmly grasped Irene's hand, preventing her from refilling her glass. He leaned in slightly, his eyes locking onto hers, and his voice carried a note of concern."Irene, I think you've had enough," Adam said softly but earnestly.He gestured subtly to her flushed cheeks, a clear indicator of her alcohol consumption.Irene's initial reaction was to resist, her natural inclination to assert her independence.She pulled her hand away fro

Adam carefully placed his cellphone into Irene's small bag, making sure it was secure. He then stepped out of the car and walked around to Irene's side. Gently, he opened the car door, his thoughts filled with concern for the inebriated woman beside him.With great care, he reached inside and gently lifted Irene into his arms, cradling her close. Her slender frame fit neatly beneath his suit jacket, which he draped over her to shield her from the chilly night air.As Adam approached the front door of the house, it swung open to reveal Magdalena. The late hour had cast a deep silence over the surroundings, and the creaking of the car and Adam's footsteps seemed to echo in the quietness. Magdalena's eyes widened in surprise and concern when she saw Adam with Irene in his arms.Adam's voice was low and filled with worry as he explained, "Irene had a bit too much to drink. I wanted to make sure she got inside safely."Magdalena, still taken aback by the unexpected sight, quickly recovered

After a refreshing shower, Irene emerged from the bathroom, her skin feeling revitalized and her hair neatly combed. She took her time selecting an outfit from her wardrobe, opting for a comfortable yet elegant ensemble that suited her usual style. Once dressed, she settled gracefully in front of her dressing table, ready to complete her morning routine.With practiced precision, Irene began applying her skincare products, her fingers moving deftly over her skin. The familiar routine was almost meditative for her, allowing her to focus on the present moment and regain her sense of self after the previous night's indulgence.As she reached for a jar of her favorite face cream, Irene's cell phone began to ring. Glancing at the screen, she noticed Joseph's name flashing on the display. She answered the call with a soft smile, knowing that Joseph was likely calling to check on her well-being."Hello, Joseph," Irene greeted him warmly, the sound of her voice calm and composed.Joseph's voi