Chapter 83
Outside the car, the man was wearing only a shirt with sleeves rolled up to
his forearms. He exuded a formidable aura, and while his face was mostly
hidden in the shadows, he cast a terrifyingly oppressive aura without having
to say anything.
Isabe’s head was spinning, but she instinctively shrank her neck a little and
withdrew her gaze. In fact, she didn’t really remember who Seth was and
stiffly repeated, “B*stard.”
Seth didn’t speak a word. Instead, his first thought was to pull the damn
woman out of his car.
Upon seeing the situation, Nics hurriedly reminded, “Mr. Shaffer, Isabe
looks drunk.”
Seth’s hand hung in the air. The sound of Isabe monotonously repeating a
particr word filled his ears, making him frown as he looked at Nics. With
disgust, he said, “You get in the car and open the window for venttion.”
After getting his orders, Nics hurriedly got in the car.
Seth was impatient and didn’t even wait half a minute before getting in the
car with a cold expression.
“Mr. Shaffer, where to?”
“Shaffer Residence,” Seth replied frustratedly. He finally had two days off but
was forced to take a cold shower yesterday and had to bring the drunk
woman back home today.
“Stop the car,” he suddenly ordered.
Nics stepped on the brakes and parked the car by the roadside.
Seth nced at the dazed woman beside him and felt the urge to throw her
out of the car but couldn’t bring himself to speak his mind. He thought that
since they had slept together for five years, it would be cruel to throw her out
of the car in this state. “Return to the Shaffer Residence. Quick.”
Though confused, Nics hurriedly started the engine.
Seth’s expression eased after he figured things out, and his gaze asionally
shifted toward Isabe’s face. Since she was drunk, her cheeks were flushed,
and her lips were pursed into a slight pout. Besides that, her drooping brows
made her look very pitiful.
Seth couldn’t help but mock, “Why are you pretending to be pitiful?”
Hearing the movement, Isabe turned to him and blinked. When she didn’t
receive a response, she turned back around to look out the window.
Meanwhile, Seth observed her expression, trying to judge if she was
pretending or not, but after a long while, he noticed Isabe was still pouting
pitifully and showed no traces of pretense.
“Your alcohol tolerance still hasn’t improved after five years.” He snorted
before withdrawing his gaze.
As the car continued toward Shaffer Residence, the surroundings gradually
became quiet. The roads winding up the mountain were perfectly
engineered and had breathtaking night views along the way.
Isabe leaned on the window, unable to contain her exmation, “Seth
Shaffer, you b*stard.” That guy is loaded.
Seth heard her loud and clear, and he snapped his head around to look at
her in shock. She was so drunk, yet she could still call him a b*stard. Exactly
how much hatred did she have for him?
“Isabe,” the man called out.
Isabe propped her chin up while ncing at him coldly. “Mm-hmm?”
It was rare for her to have such a dazed expression. Seth was inexplicably
stunned and then frowned a little while turning his face away in irritation. His
hand on his knee gently touched the cloth of his pants as inappropriate
thoughts filled his mind.
Meanwhile, Isabe leaned to the side. Her lips gradually stopped moving,
and she sat there quietly and obediently.
The car arrived at the vi on the mountain, and Nics stopped the car by
the road. “Mr. Shaffer, we’ve arrived.”
Seth nced at Isabe beside him, his mind filled with conflicting thoughts.
“Isabe is drunk and can’t walk straight. Should I send her inside?” Nics
asked.
Seth looked displeased, seemingly unwilling to ept that idea. “Help her
inside and get the butler to bring her to a guest room.”
Nics nodded. “Sure.”
After Seth spoke, he seemed to disregard Isabe, getting out of the car
alone and heading straight into the vi.
It was nearly midnight, and Isabe was drunk and tired. Her body felt as soft
as cotton candy, and even Nics found it hard to support her.
Nics felt helpless and couldn’t get too close to her either, so he could only
get help from two female servants.
Meanwhile, Isabe felt weak and leaned on anyone she could, refusing to
move her legs. The two servants worked together to help her inside the vi,
where they encountered the butler.
“Mr. Shaffer, what do we do with her?”
The butler was a senior employee of the Shaffer Family and was nearly
seventy years old. He adjusted his sses, thinking Isabe looked familiar.
“She used to be Mr. Shaffer’s secretary.” Nics reminded the butler.
The butler instantly understood and slightly raised an eyebrow. “Send her to
the third floor.”
Hearing that, the two servants exchanged nces, a bit surprised, but they
didn’t say much. Instead, they carefully carried Isabe upstairs.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
Isabe felt like she was floating in the air. Though she was moving, she
wasn’t using any strength. It felt wonderful, and she let out a bizarre giggle as
she felt like she was lying on cotton candy.
“Is it okay for us to leave her here?”
“Wouldn’t Mr. Seth get angry?”
“I don’t know.”
Vaguely hearing someone speaking, Isabe tried to open her eyes, but her
eyelids were too heavy. She took a deep breath, and between her breaths
was the pleasant scent of sunlight. It seemed like the bedsheets had just
been sun-dried.
Forget it. I’ll just sleep here. Even if I’m in danger, this treatment is too perfect.