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.

sighed and placed the medicine box down. She

spray and nervously climbed the

sat with his legs crossed, his brow furrowed and his eyes tightly shut.

no intention of opening them. Isabella let out a breath, thinking it

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

right now either.

she approached Seth and said softly,

for

his lips, visibly upset, but still didn’t

took a deep breath and leaned

away.

reached out, Seth abruptly opened his eyes and

surprise, met with

didn’t want me to touch you.

provoke me?” he scoffed, swatting her

strong that Isabella staggered

pain. Looking into his eyes,

didn’t mean to offend you.

wounds, and then we can

chuckled, his tone blunt. “Do you have anything to offer? You think

along with your games

the only bargaining chip you have. I’m

that’s why you have

possibly have that’s worth

stood her ground, gritting her teeth, telling

words, the slap she

felt like a double slap to her face, making her cheeks burn.

breath, suppressing

approached Seth, stubbornly reaching out

treat your wounds

gaze at her. The hurtful

a detour.

hair and sprayed

his forehead.

in annoyance, unable to bear it any longer.

pulled her into his embrace.