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.

and placed the medicine box down. She took

spray and nervously climbed the stairs.

his brow furrowed

Isabella let out

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

right now either.

she approached Seth and said

medicine for you.”

lips, visibly upset, but

a deep breath and leaned forward, attempting to

away.

as she reached out, Seth abruptly opened his eyes and

wrist. Isabella yelped in surprise, met

a moment ago, you didn’t want me to

scoffed, swatting her hand

was so strong that Isabella staggered backward, She rotated

enduring the pain. Looking into his

to offend you. Let me

then we can talk. Please?”.

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

played along with your games a

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

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

possibly have that’s

ground, gritting her teeth, telling herself not to

the slap she received earlier

double slap to her face, making her cheeks

deep breath, suppressing her overwhelming sense

Seth, stubbornly reaching out her

me treat your wounds

a cold gaze at her. The hurtful words he had

a detour.

brushed aside his hair and sprayed the bruise

massaging his forehead.

unable to bear it any longer. He

pulled her into his