Hearing Lachlan Wyatt calling her pitiful, Iris Crawford realized why he was suddenly being so annoying.
The sour atmosphere in the air made it obvious that sothing was bothering Lachlan.
But Iris didn’t feel like explaining. She just loved seeing Lachlan in such an irrational state, so she smiled and said, "Yeah, I’m pitiful. Never been loved by anyone."
Lachlan deliberately tried to provoke her, but she just played along with it.
And to cap it off, she added, "No choice, so I turned into second-hand goods. Everyone says divorced won lose their value. For all I know, nobody wants now."
Lachlan frowned.
Originally, he wanted to say sothing to her, but for so reason, hearing her say this made him feel uncomfortable.
Did this woman really think this way?
She hadn’t lost her value; in fact, she was even more radiant than before.
After a long silence, Lachlan asked her, "Who made it for you?"
"Not telling you."
Iris raised an eyebrow, "Anyway, I’m just a pitiful soul. President Wyatt, you need not waste your thoughts on ."
Listen to that! Listen!
Lachlan gritted his teeth, "You really know how to latch onto a point and run with it..."
Iris nodded, "So don’t let hear your sarcastic remarks."
She could be even more sarcastic than him!
A specialist in dealing with all sorts of obstinacy!
Lachlan was taken aback. She was actually starting to discipline him!
He was so angry his nostrils flared, but he could do nothing with Iris. The emotions in his eyes changed again and again, and finally, he huffed and went inside, slamming the door.
Leo Langdon, who witnessed all this, was dumbfounded, "Did you just talk back to President Wyatt?"
Iris spun the pen in her hand and nonchalantly said, "So what? Can’t I?"
Leo silently gave a thumbs up, "No words, from now on I’ll call you auntie."
Even President Wyatt couldn’t handle Iris, so he certainly couldn’t!
So this noon, when Lachlan went out, he found Iris happily opening her lunchbox, eating the food inside, and she had even ford a heart shape with carrot slices, taking a photo and posting it on her social dia.
Lachlan coldly sneered, almost getting a cramp at the corner of his mouth, looking at all the friends liking her post, all sourly asking who made it. Iris didn’t reply to any, probably to maintain an air of mystery.
[Dane Rivers: Heart-shaped bento?]
[Hector Sutton: Can I still learn how to cook now?]
[Jas Chesterton: No share for the bros, I’m sour.]
[Peach: Is it tasty? I could also...]
Lachlan deliberately didn’t interact, just watching them comnt. If he went to like it, it’d show how much he cared!
Five minutes, Lachlan stood in front of Iris without saying a word.
Ten minutes, Iris didn’t look up at him either.
So soone couldn’t hold it in anymore and deliberately leaned in as she was happily eating, asking a haunting question, "Who exactly made it?"
Iris paused in her eating, looked up to see Lachlan staring intently at her, and said, "You want to know, huh?"
Lachlan took a deep breath, "Which wild man?"
Wild man?
Iris sucked her chopsticks, the action of pulling them out from her lips was particularly suggestive, as if licking them. Isn’t this soft porn? Isn’t this soft porn!
Even biting chopsticks, she aid to seduce him!
Lachlan’s voice turned hoarse, furiously saying, "Quick, tell !"
Iris laughed heartily, "Seraphina Colbert helped make it. Look at you, you’ve been on edge the whole morning, couldn’t hold it in anymore?"
Lachlan’s expression was particularly unpleasant, reaching out to snatch away Iris’s lunchbox, "Heh, confiscated."
Iris sourly said, "Even getting jealous of won, huh?"
Lachlan cursed at her, "Iris Crawford, how bold of you to even tease now?"
Iris narrowed her eyes, speaking fluidly, "If I don’t love anymore, there’s no need to tread carefully around you."
Get a little bolder, isn’t it just a flirtatious prospect! What’s wrong with a little teasing!
Lachlan felt a stab in his chest.
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