บททั้งหมดของ Moving On from a Cheater: บทที่ 411 - บทที่ 420

Jason asked, "What are you doing at this hospital?"This wasn't the hospital where Professor Sandler was."Brad had an accident; I came to check on him," she fastened her seatbelt."Is it serious?" he inquired, raising his eyebrows."His leg is broken," Iris replied."Oh, really?""Why do you look a bit pleased?" Iris asked, observing him closely. His side profile was illuminated by the light, so his facial contours were clearly outlined.He said somewhat absent-mindedly as he started the car, "We're love rivals; only one of us can emerge victorious."Hearing his tone, if Iris didn't know better, she would have thought that he was the one behind Brad's accident.He drove with one hand and held her hand with the other.Her hand was cold.He frowned and turned on the car's air conditioning.The car moved into congested traffic.It was early winter, and the roadside greenery appeared desolate. It was only a little after five, yet the streetlights were already illuminating the

Iris was unbothered by Yvonne's antics; she would be more surprised if Yvonne didn't say something inappropriate.Yvonne closed the door with a smile. To be honest, she was genuinely happy for Iris, pleased to see her stepping out of her shell. She didn't care if Iris got together with Brad or Jason. She was happy as long as Iris could emerge from the shadows of her failed marriage without losing her confidence in men and still being open to love. After all, they say once bitten, twice shy. Yvonne feared that Iris might lose her ability to love someone after experiencing Stanley's betrayal.Iris approached the dining table, eyeing the fried chicken and beer. "We have dinner now.""Junk food," Jason remarked, glancing at it before pulling out his phone to make a call.Iris interjected, "Don't. It's fine to have junk food once in a while; it's not like we eat this every day. It would be a waste to throw it away."She opened the paper bag, retrieved the fried chicken, and set out gla

Jason simply smiled without saying a word, leaving Iris feeling as though she had been unwittingly tricked. He seemed like an easy-going person, but there was an innate confidence and control about him that set him apart from others."You have a hidden agenda, don't you?" she asked."Once you finish the case in Southerland, I'd like to transfer you overseas," he replied.As for Brad Vassell, he would continue to stay at the law firm.The two would naturally be separated.Iris sat up straight, alarmed. "What did you say?"She was not going to sacrifice her career for a man! Their relationship wasn't at a stage where such sacrifices were warranted. Actually, no matter how much she ended up loving him, she would not sacrifice her career for him. She had already learned her lesson."With your skills, limiting yourself to marriage cases is a waste. Don't you want to tackle international cases?" He spoke casually, but his words were full of temptation.Iris was aware that Jason had

She only realized that when she checked her phone at the end of the workday. Brad had called multiple times, but she merely glanced at the notifications without replying. There were also missed calls from Yvonne, who asked to meet up that evening.Iris messaged back, asking: [What time? Where?][Star Coast.][Got it.]Iris went to the underground parking lot. She took the stairs as the elevator was under maintenance. The maintenance was scheduled to be performed after work hours when there were fewer people.Her footsteps echoed in the dimly lit stairway, clattering loudly as emergency lights flickered on.A person in a black windbreaker, baseball cap, and face mask entered the stairway. Their head was bowed low, with half their face scrunched up inside their collar, obscuring their expression.Iris found her car, opened the door, and got in. Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes watched her intently from the shadows.The person's tightly clenched hands and the bulging veins o

When she bent down to move it aside, she saw a folder inside with her name written on it, which puzzled her.She became wary. Someone had placed this box at the door knowing this was where she lived. This was no mere coincidence. Who could it be?After ensuring there was nothing dangerous inside the box, she retrieved the folder and set the cardboard box aside. Entering her house with the folder in hand, she dropped her car keys and bag before quickly opening it. There was a stack of photos inside, all pictures of her — when she left the house for work in the morning, when she reached the law firm, when she went out for lunch, and when she walked to her car in the underground parking lot after work.Panic set in as she realized these photos were secretly taken by someone who was following her. Her heart raced. Someone had been tracking her and documenting her movements. What was the intention of leaving these photos at her doorstep? Was it a threat? An intimidation tactic? She