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.

medicine box

spray and nervously climbed the stairs.

crossed, his brow

opening them. Isabella let out a breath, thinking it

eyes. She didn’t want

right now either.

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

for

his lips, visibly upset, but

took a deep breath and leaned

away.

out, Seth abruptly opened his

surprise, met

want me to touch you.

scoffed,

grip was so strong that Isabella staggered backward, She

into

to offend you. Let me apply

and then we can talk.

Seth chuckled, his tone blunt. “Do you have anything

leverage because I played along with your games a

down that you’re the only bargaining chip you have.

in you, and that’s why you have any say in my

have that’s worth

her teeth, telling herself not to act

words, the slap

a double slap to her face,

deep breath, suppressing her overwhelming

reaching out

me treat your wounds first.”

a cold gaze at her. The hurtful words he

a

hair and sprayed the bruise twice before

massaging his

clicked his tongue in annoyance, unable to bear it any

forcefully pulled her