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.

box down. She took

nervously climbed the stairs.

his brow furrowed

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

his eyes. She didn’t

right now either.

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

medicine for you.”

lips, visibly upset, but still

leaned forward, attempting to brush his hair

away.

she reached out,

yelped in surprise, met with

you didn’t want me to touch you.

he scoffed, swatting

grip was so strong that Isabella staggered backward, She

silently enduring the pain. Looking into his eyes,

offend you. Let me

we can

his tone blunt. “Do you have anything

along with your games a few

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

you have any

possibly have that’s worth

stood her ground, gritting her teeth, telling

the slap she received earlier was

slap to her

a deep breath, suppressing her overwhelming sense of

reaching out

me treat your wounds

casting a cold gaze at her. The hurtful

a

and sprayed the bruise twice

massaging his

his tongue in annoyance, unable to

forcefully pulled her into