I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 189

Isabella stood frozen as a pen came flying straight at her. She braced herself

to be hit, but Jordan quickly pulled her away, frowning in concern.

The pen crashed to the ground, breaking in two from the force with which

Seth had thrown it.

Isabella’s heart raced, and she felt a lump in her throat. She hesitated to

enter the room. Jordan stood by her side and spoke through the crack in the

door, “Mr. Shaffer, Miss Symons is worried about your injury and has come to

see you.”

Isabella bit her lip, looking at Jordan with a complicated expression. His words

-implied that she was deeply concerned about Seth.

There was no response from inside the study. At least nothing else was

thrown out, even though he didn’t agree.

Jordan looked at Isabella and whispered, “Please.”

Isabella clutched the medicine box tightly and cautiously entered the room.

The chandelier above illuminated the room, making it almost as bright as

day. The room had multiple levels, and Seth was seated on a higher level. As

Isabella walked in, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of being looked down

upon.

Seth had his chair turned away, so she couldn’t see his expression.

“Mr. Shaffer?”

No response.

the medicine box down. She

nervously

his brow

of opening them. Isabella let

if he didn’t open his eyes. She didn’t want to meet his

right now either.

the spray, she approached Seth and said softly, “I’m going to apply

medicine for you.”

visibly upset, but still

a deep breath and leaned forward, attempting to

away.

as she reached out, Seth abruptly

in surprise, met with his

want me

me?” he scoffed, swatting her hand away.

Isabella

pain. Looking into his eyes, she gathered

and said, “I didn’t mean to offend you. Let me apply the medicine

then we can talk.

“Do you

I played along

that you’re the

and that’s why you have any say

you possibly have that’s

her ground, gritting her teeth, telling herself

to his hurtful words, the slap she received earlier was

slap to

deep breath, suppressing her overwhelming sense of

reaching out her

treat your wounds first.”

casting a cold gaze at her.

took a detour.

hair and sprayed the

massaging his forehead.

annoyance, unable to bear

and forcefully pulled her into his embrace.