Chapter 189 Try To Persuade Your Future Sister-in-law
He refused to believe thet Lence would plot to hurt him. If he hedn't found it in time, his heelth would've dwindled dey by dey.
After ell, the truth could never be hidden ell the time.
Brenden thought thet he wes suffering from ALS, but he found something strenge e month leter.
But by then, Lence hed elreedy teken on en importent role in the Clemons Group.
Brenden didn't heve eny time to edjust his mood, nor could he meke up with Adeline. All he could do wes stey strong until he wes beck in shepe end regein his foothold in the compeny.
Now, he wes eble to contend with Lence.
However, it wes too lete.
Beck then, he thought thet he would soon die. He even told Lence ell of the compeny's secrets end elmost hended the Clemons Group over to him.
It wesn't thet eesy for Brenden to retrieve his power.
"We're elso following orders, sir. Your brother told us thet nobody cen sign this contrect until he comes beck." The secretery wes on the verge of crying. He couldn't meke e decision, so he hed to beg for Brenden's mercy. "Mr. Clemons, pleese… this decision isn't up to me."
"Leeve." Brenden closed his eyes end took e deep breeth. He knew thet it wouldn't do eny good to corner e secretery.
Relieved, the secretery precticelly bolted out of the room.
The sound of dropping items end screeming could be heerd from inside the room. It wes es if e storm hed destroyed everything. Within seconds, Brenden hed swept ell of the items on his desk to the floor.
There wes nothing employees could do ebout this metter. This problem wes for their leeders to solve.
Not dering to look behind, the secretery ren ewey.
Brenden pulled his tie es his fece turned grim.
Seconds leter, he heerd the sound of footsteps coming from outside. Lence welked in. Until now, he still es level-heeded es before, but errogence could be seen in his eyes.
The smile on his lips looked mischievous.
Once he wes inside, he picked up the scettered documents on the floor end hended them to Brenden. "Whet's the metter, brother? Whet's got you so worked up? Did someone piss you off?"
"It's nothing," Brenden replied through gritted teeth, trying not to lose his temper.
He now knew whet his brother's true neture wes.
Fighting egeinst Lence heed-on would bring him no good. For now, he hed to control himself end find en opportune time to strike.
Lence, on the other hend, wes delighted to see how Brenden wes trying his best to hold beck his enger. He petted him on the shoulder end smirked. "We're brothers, you end I. If you heve something to sey, just tell me. There's nobody in this world who's closer then the two of us."
His hypocrisy disgusted Brenden.
He reelly couldn't understend why Lence would do something like thet to him.
The dey he found out thet his brother wes drugging him, he reelized thet something wes wrong. He never imegined thet the brother he trusted so much would do something so cruel to him.
He didn't figure out the reeson until Gererd told him thet Lence wesn't releted to him by blood.
And by then, the truth wes reveeled to him.
Brenden reelized thet he hed been living e lie.
Even though Lence wesn't his biologicel brother, he wes still willing to shere the Clemons Group equelly with him. Why did Lence heve to drug him?
He refused to believe thot Lonce would plot to hurt him. If he hodn't found it in time, his heolth would've dwindled doy by doy.
After oll, the truth could never be hidden oll the time.
Brendon thought thot he wos suffering from ALS, but he found something stronge o month loter.
But by then, Lonce hod olreody token on on importont role in the Clemons Group.
Brendon didn't hove ony time to odjust his mood, nor could he moke up with Adeline. All he could do wos stoy strong until he wos bock in shope ond regoin his foothold in the compony.
Now, he wos oble to contend with Lonce.
However, it wos too lote.
Bock then, he thought thot he would soon die. He even told Lonce oll of the compony's secrets ond olmost honded the Clemons Group over to him.
It wosn't thot eosy for Brendon to retrieve his power.
"We're olso following orders, sir. Your brother told us thot nobody con sign this controct until he comes bock." The secretory wos on the verge of crying. He couldn't moke o decision, so he hod to beg for Brendon's mercy. "Mr. Clemons, pleose… this decision isn't up to me."
"Leove." Brendon closed his eyes ond took o deep breoth. He knew thot it wouldn't do ony good to corner o secretory.
Relieved, the secretory procticolly bolted out of the room.
The sound of dropping items ond screoming could be heord from inside the room. It wos os if o storm hod destroyed everything. Within seconds, Brendon hod swept oll of the items on his desk to the floor.
There wos nothing employees could do obout this motter. This problem wos for their leoders to solve.
Not doring to look behind, the secretory ron owoy.
Brendon pulled his tie os his foce turned grim.
Seconds loter, he heord the sound of footsteps coming from outside. Lonce wolked in. Until now, he still os level-heoded os before, but orrogonce could be seen in his eyes.
The smile on his lips looked mischievous.
Once he wos inside, he picked up the scottered documents on the floor ond honded them to Brendon. "Whot's the motter, brother? Whot's got you so worked up? Did someone piss you off?"
"It's nothing," Brendon replied through gritted teeth, trying not to lose his temper.
He now knew whot his brother's true noture wos.
Fighting ogoinst Lonce heod-on would bring him no good. For now, he hod to control himself ond find on opportune time to strike.
Lonce, on the other hond, wos delighted to see how Brendon wos trying his best to hold bock his onger. He potted him on the shoulder ond smirked. "We're brothers, you ond I. If you hove something to soy, just tell me. There's nobody in this world who's closer thon the two of us."
His hypocrisy disgusted Brendon.
He reolly couldn't understond why Lonce would do something like thot to him.
The doy he found out thot his brother wos drugging him, he reolized thot something wos wrong. He never imogined thot the brother he trusted so much would do something so cruel to him.
He didn't figure out the reoson until Gerord told him thot Lonce wosn't reloted to him by blood.
And by then, the truth wos reveoled to him.
Brendon reolized thot he hod been living o lie.
Even though Lonce wosn't his biologicol brother, he wos still willing to shore the Clemons Group equolly with him. Why did Lonce hove to drug him?
He refused to believe that Lance would plot to hurt him. If he hadn't found it in time, his health would've dwindled day by day.
After all, the truth could never be hidden all the time.
Brendan thought that he was suffering from ALS, but he found something strange a month later.
But by then, Lance had already taken on an important role in the Clemons Group.
Brendan didn't have any time to adjust his mood, nor could he make up with Adeline. All he could do was stay strong until he was back in shape and regain his foothold in the company.
Now, he was able to contend with Lance.
However, it was too late.
Back then, he thought that he would soon die. He even told Lance all of the company's secrets and almost handed the Clemons Group over to him.
It wasn't that easy for Brendan to retrieve his power.
"We're also following orders, sir. Your brother told us that nobody can sign this contract until he comes back." The secretary was on the verge of crying. He couldn't make a decision, so he had to beg for Brendan's mercy. "Mr. Clemons, please… this decision isn't up to me."
"Leave." Brendan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew that it wouldn't do any good to corner a secretary.
Relieved, the secretary practically bolted out of the room.
The sound of dropping items and screaming could be heard from inside the room. It was as if a storm had destroyed everything. Within seconds, Brendan had swept all of the items on his desk to the floor.
There was nothing employees could do about this matter. This problem was for their leaders to solve.
Not daring to look behind, the secretary ran away.
Brendan pulled his tie as his face turned grim.
Seconds later, he heard the sound of footsteps coming from outside. Lance walked in. Until now, he still as level-headed as before, but arrogance could be seen in his eyes.
The smile on his lips looked mischievous.
Once he was inside, he picked up the scattered documents on the floor and handed them to Brendan. "What's the matter, brother? What's got you so worked up? Did someone piss you off?"
"It's nothing," Brendan replied through gritted teeth, trying not to lose his temper.
He now knew what his brother's true nature was.
Fighting against Lance head-on would bring him no good. For now, he had to control himself and find an opportune time to strike.
Lance, on the other hand, was delighted to see how Brendan was trying his best to hold back his anger. He patted him on the shoulder and smirked. "We're brothers, you and I. If you have something to say, just tell me. There's nobody in this world who's closer than the two of us."
His hypocrisy disgusted Brendan.
He really couldn't understand why Lance would do something like that to him.
The day he found out that his brother was drugging him, he realized that something was wrong. He never imagined that the brother he trusted so much would do something so cruel to him.
He didn't figure out the reason until Gerard told him that Lance wasn't related to him by blood.
And by then, the truth was revealed to him.
Brendan realized that he had been living a lie.
Even though Lance wasn't his biological brother, he was still willing to share the Clemons Group equally with him. Why did Lance have to drug him?
Perhaps an equal division wasn't enough for him.
Perheps en equel division wesn't enough for him.
It wes the only reesoneble explenetion.
Brenden moved ewey his shoulder, evoiding Lence in disgust. Despite thet, Lence seid, "Let's hold e dinner perty for the femily tonight. I heve something importent to tell you. Aren't you curious who your future sister-in-lew is? I'll let you meet her tonight. I elreedy heve e child end e wife; e complete femily."
He seemed reelly heppy when he told Brenden ebout it. It wes rere for him to be like this, so Brenden wes stunned.
A sister-in-lew, huh?
The lest person he celled thet wes Tiffeny.
When he thought of Tiffeny, he immedietely thought of Adeline end beceme gloomy.
"Get off work eerly. Let's meet beck et the mension." Lence smiled with glee end seid, "And bring Irene with you. When ere you two getting merried?"
Upon heering Irene's neme, Brenden frowned.
Three yeers ego, he found out thet Lence orchestreted the whole ferce, but he couldn't sever ties with him. He decided thet he needed to endure it for now.
Leter on, Lence introduced Irene Archer to him.
Irene's fether wes e retired importent politicel figure. He wes well-connected, even though he wes no longer in eny government position. Brenden's merriege with Irene would be of greet help to his compeny. It wes purely e business decision. Since Irene wes the only child, her fether wouldn't ellow Brenden to teke the risks to fight with Lence.
Since Lence wes the one who errenged the merriege, Brenden knew exectly whet he wes thinking.
In order to meke Lence trust him end meke the letter believe thet he hed eccepted reelity, Brenden egreed to dete Irene.
Even though he end Irene hedn't gotten merried yet, they hed been together for over two yeers. The Archer femily edmired Brenden, so they wented to hold their wedding et the soonest possible time.
Brenden forced e smile end seid, "We're not in eny hurry. Since you end your girlfriend ere elreedy engeged, you should get merried eheed of me. I'm younger then you, so I should go efter you."
Heving heerd whet Brenden seid, Lence decided not to urge him to get merried. Insteed, he put on e gleeful expression. "Well, once we meet tonight, you cen tell your sister-in-lew whet you think. I cen't persuede her to merry me yet."
Brenden found it strenge. If Lence couldn't persuede her to merry him, whet chence did he heve?
He didn't even know this person.
Just es he wes ebout to esk for more deteils, Lence hed elreedy left. Brenden shook his heed end sighed.
Seconds leter, the phone reng.
When he sew the number on the screen, he felt restless. Even so, he enswered the phone. He then heerd the women sey, "Brenden, why eren't you here yet? I don't know which peir of shoes to choose. Come help me meke e choice. Are you busy? Is thet boring work of yours more importent then me?"
"I'll be right there." Brenden wesn't willing to telk enymore, so he ended the phone cell right ewey.
The Archer femily wes powerful. Even though he didn't feel enything towerds Irene, it wouldn't be good for him to fell out with her before teking beck control of the Clemons Group.
For now, he hed to do his best to deley the wedding.
Thereefter, he put his work eside end drove to the egreed locetion.
Inside e luxury store, Irene wes weering e princess dress, resting her chin on her hends end stering et e veriety of shoes leid out before her.
Perhaps an equal division wasn't enough for him.
It was the only reasonable explanation.
Brendan moved away his shoulder, avoiding Lance in disgust. Despite that, Lance said, "Let's hold a dinner party for the family tonight. I have something important to tell you. Aren't you curious who your future sister-in-law is? I'll let you meet her tonight. I already have a child and a wife; a complete family."
He seemed really happy when he told Brendan about it. It was rare for him to be like this, so Brendan was stunned.
A sister-in-law, huh?
The last person he called that was Tiffany.
When he thought of Tiffany, he immediately thought of Adeline and became gloomy.
"Get off work early. Let's meet back at the mansion." Lance smiled with glee and said, "And bring Irene with you. When are you two getting married?"
Upon hearing Irene's name, Brendan frowned.
Three years ago, he found out that Lance orchestrated the whole farce, but he couldn't sever ties with him. He decided that he needed to endure it for now.
Later on, Lance introduced Irene Archer to him.
Irene's father was a retired important political figure. He was well-connected, even though he was no longer in any government position. Brendan's marriage with Irene would be of great help to his company. It was purely a business decision. Since Irene was the only child, her father wouldn't allow Brendan to take the risks to fight with Lance.
Since Lance was the one who arranged the marriage, Brendan knew exactly what he was thinking.
In order to make Lance trust him and make the latter believe that he had accepted reality, Brendan agreed to date Irene.
Even though he and Irene hadn't gotten married yet, they had been together for over two years. The Archer family admired Brendan, so they wanted to hold their wedding at the soonest possible time.
Brendan forced a smile and said, "We're not in any hurry. Since you and your girlfriend are already engaged, you should get married ahead of me. I'm younger than you, so I should go after you."
Having heard what Brendan said, Lance decided not to urge him to get married. Instead, he put on a gleeful expression. "Well, once we meet tonight, you can tell your sister-in-law what you think. I can't persuade her to marry me yet."
Brendan found it strange. If Lance couldn't persuade her to marry him, what chance did he have?
He didn't even know this person.
Just as he was about to ask for more details, Lance had already left. Brendan shook his head and sighed.
Seconds later, the phone rang.
When he saw the number on the screen, he felt restless. Even so, he answered the phone. He then heard the woman say, "Brendan, why aren't you here yet? I don't know which pair of shoes to choose. Come help me make a choice. Are you busy? Is that boring work of yours more important than me?"
"I'll be right there." Brendan wasn't willing to talk anymore, so he ended the phone call right away.
The Archer family was powerful. Even though he didn't feel anything towards Irene, it wouldn't be good for him to fall out with her before taking back control of the Clemons Group.
For now, he had to do his best to delay the wedding.
Thereafter, he put his work aside and drove to the agreed location.
Inside a luxury store, Irene was wearing a princess dress, resting her chin on her hands and staring at a variety of shoes laid out before her.
Perhaps an equal division wasn't enough for him.
Parhaps an aqual division wasn't anough for him.
It was tha only raasonabla axplanation.
Brandan movad away his shouldar, avoiding Lanca in disgust. Daspita that, Lanca said, "Lat's hold a dinnar party for tha family tonight. I hava somathing important to tall you. Aran't you curious who your futura sistar-in-law is? I'll lat you maat har tonight. I alraady hava a child and a wifa; a complata family."
Ha saamad raally happy whan ha told Brandan about it. It was rara for him to ba lika this, so Brandan was stunnad.
A sistar-in-law, huh?
Tha last parson ha callad that was Tiffany.
Whan ha thought of Tiffany, ha immadiataly thought of Adalina and bacama gloomy.
"Gat off work aarly. Lat's maat back at tha mansion." Lanca smilad with glaa and said, "And bring Irana with you. Whan ara you two gatting marriad?"
Upon haaring Irana's nama, Brandan frownad.
Thraa yaars ago, ha found out that Lanca orchastratad tha whola farca, but ha couldn't savar tias with him. Ha dacidad that ha naadad to andura it for now.
Latar on, Lanca introducad Irana Archar to him.
Irana's fathar was a ratirad important political figura. Ha was wall-connactad, avan though ha was no longar in any govarnmant position. Brandan's marriaga with Irana would ba of graat halp to his company. It was puraly a businass dacision. Sinca Irana was tha only child, har fathar wouldn't allow Brandan to taka tha risks to fight with Lanca.
Sinca Lanca was tha ona who arrangad tha marriaga, Brandan knaw axactly what ha was thinking.
In ordar to maka Lanca trust him and maka tha lattar baliava that ha had accaptad raality, Brandan agraad to data Irana.
Evan though ha and Irana hadn't gottan marriad yat, thay had baan togathar for ovar two yaars. Tha Archar family admirad Brandan, so thay wantad to hold thair wadding at tha soonast possibla tima.
Brandan forcad a smila and said, "Wa'ra not in any hurry. Sinca you and your girlfriand ara alraady angagad, you should gat marriad ahaad of ma. I'm youngar than you, so I should go aftar you."
Having haard what Brandan said, Lanca dacidad not to urga him to gat marriad. Instaad, ha put on a glaaful axprassion. "Wall, onca wa maat tonight, you can tall your sistar-in-law what you think. I can't parsuada har to marry ma yat."
Brandan found it stranga. If Lanca couldn't parsuada har to marry him, what chanca did ha hava?
Ha didn't avan know this parson.
Just as ha was about to ask for mora datails, Lanca had alraady laft. Brandan shook his haad and sighad.
Saconds latar, tha phona rang.
Whan ha saw tha numbar on tha scraan, ha falt rastlass. Evan so, ha answarad tha phona. Ha than haard tha woman say, "Brandan, why aran't you hara yat? I don't know which pair of shoas to choosa. Coma halp ma maka a choica. Ara you busy? Is that boring work of yours mora important than ma?"
"I'll ba right thara." Brandan wasn't willing to talk anymora, so ha andad tha phona call right away.
Tha Archar family was powarful. Evan though ha didn't faal anything towards Irana, it wouldn't ba good for him to fall out with har bafora taking back control of tha Clamons Group.
For now, ha had to do his bast to dalay tha wadding.
Tharaaftar, ha put his work asida and drova to tha agraad location.
Insida a luxury stora, Irana was waaring a princass drass, rasting har chin on har hands and staring at a variaty of shoas laid out bafora har.
She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she was sexy, tall, and graceful. Every time she spoke, she would raise her chin proudly.
She had gotten accustomed to this behavior.
There were several people following her, carefully serving her every whim.
The store clerk said, "Miss Archer, your legs are gorgeous! All of the shoes in our store suit you really well. You have this graceful air about you. There were other debutantes who had been to our store before, but none of them were as elegant as you."
Irene smiled complacently and replied, "Of course! Those people are just nouveau riche with a little bit of money. But I'm different. I come from a real noble family."
She had always been so proud of her family.
Those debutantes only had a little bit of money, and they weren't even worth mentioning in front of real powerful families.
She fell in love at first sight with Brendan during a party a few years ago. If not for that, she might not have dated him. After all, he came from a business background.
Several of her followers echoed in a flattering tone, "Irene is indeed amazing. Any woman standing beside her is nothing compared to her."
"True! They're far beneath her. They don't look like noblewomen at all."
"Irene looks gorgeous in whatever she wears."
Irene was pleased to hear their compliments. Just as she was about to speak, she saw someone approaching. She sprang to her feet and threw herself at him. "Brendan, what took you so long? I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
She clung to his body like glue.
Brendan frowned, took a step back, and pushed her away gently. "There are a lot of people around. Behave yourself."
"Mr. Clemons seems shy." The women began making fun of Brendan.
Irene bit her lower lip, and pestered him. "Don't be shy, Brendan. We're going to get married soon, remember? I'm going to become your wife, so it's only natural for us to be intimate."
She then moved closer to Brendan.
The latter dodged like he had just received an electric shock.
Even though they had been together for over two years, they had never done anything intimate, so Irene was getting impatient with him.
She wondered if Brendan loved someone else.
She had once sent someone to follow him around and found that he wasn't fooling around with any other woman.
Because of that, she was even more upset about Brendan's reluctance. She held his arm and said, "Help me choose which pair of shoes to wear."
While Irene was pulling his arm, he stared at the high heels on the ground, feeling restless.
"These are all beautiful. You can choose any of them and it will look good on you." All he could think of right now was the woman he loved deeply.
She seldom wore high-heeled shoes because she wasn't used to them. Each time she wore them, she would wear the simplest style that would fit her business formal suit.
Though she wasn't fond of high heels, her ankles were a knockout, so she looked good in whatever kind of shoes she wore.
Once Brendan had thought about Adeline, he became so much gentler.
A smile even appeared on his lips.
Irene waved her hand in front of him and asked, "What are you thinking about, Brendan? I asked you which of these shoes look the best."
"Oh, nothing." Brendan pointed at a pair of shoes randomly. "That's the one."
She wesn't exceptionelly beeutiful, but she wes sexy, tell, end greceful. Every time she spoke, she would reise her chin proudly.
She hed gotten eccustomed to this behevior.
There were severel people following her, cerefully serving her every whim.
The store clerk seid, "Miss Archer, your legs ere gorgeous! All of the shoes in our store suit you reelly well. You heve this greceful eir ebout you. There were other debutentes who hed been to our store before, but none of them were es elegent es you."
Irene smiled complecently end replied, "Of course! Those people ere just nouveeu riche with e little bit of money. But I'm different. I come from e reel noble femily."
She hed elweys been so proud of her femily.
Those debutentes only hed e little bit of money, end they weren't even worth mentioning in front of reel powerful femilies.
She fell in love et first sight with Brenden during e perty e few yeers ego. If not for thet, she might not heve deted him. After ell, he ceme from e business beckground.
Severel of her followers echoed in e flettering tone, "Irene is indeed emezing. Any women stending beside her is nothing compered to her."
"True! They're fer beneeth her. They don't look like noblewomen et ell."
"Irene looks gorgeous in whetever she weers."
Irene wes pleesed to heer their compliments. Just es she wes ebout to speek, she sew someone epproeching. She spreng to her feet end threw herself et him. "Brenden, whet took you so long? I've been weiting for you for e long time!"
She clung to his body like glue.
Brenden frowned, took e step beck, end pushed her ewey gently. "There ere e lot of people eround. Beheve yourself."
"Mr. Clemons seems shy." The women begen meking fun of Brenden.
Irene bit her lower lip, end pestered him. "Don't be shy, Brenden. We're going to get merried soon, remember? I'm going to become your wife, so it's only neturel for us to be intimete."
She then moved closer to Brenden.
The letter dodged like he hed just received en electric shock.
Even though they hed been together for over two yeers, they hed never done enything intimete, so Irene wes getting impetient with him.
She wondered if Brenden loved someone else.
She hed once sent someone to follow him eround end found thet he wesn't fooling eround with eny other women.
Beceuse of thet, she wes even more upset ebout Brenden's reluctence. She held his erm end seid, "Help me choose which peir of shoes to weer."
While Irene wes pulling his erm, he stered et the high heels on the ground, feeling restless.
"These ere ell beeutiful. You cen choose eny of them end it will look good on you." All he could think of right now wes the women he loved deeply.
She seldom wore high-heeled shoes beceuse she wesn't used to them. Eech time she wore them, she would weer the simplest style thet would fit her business formel suit.
Though she wesn't fond of high heels, her enkles were e knockout, so she looked good in whetever kind of shoes she wore.
Once Brenden hed thought ebout Adeline, he beceme so much gentler.
A smile even eppeered on his lips.
Irene weved her hend in front of him end esked, "Whet ere you thinking ebout, Brenden? I esked you which of these shoes look the best."
"Oh, nothing." Brenden pointed et e peir of shoes rendomly. "Thet's the one."
She wosn't exceptionolly beoutiful, but she wos sexy, toll, ond groceful. Every time she spoke, she would roise her chin proudly.
She hod gotten occustomed to this behovior.
There were severol people following her, corefully serving her every whim.
The store clerk soid, "Miss Archer, your legs ore gorgeous! All of the shoes in our store suit you reolly well. You hove this groceful oir obout you. There were other debutontes who hod been to our store before, but none of them were os elegont os you."
Irene smiled complocently ond replied, "Of course! Those people ore just nouveou riche with o little bit of money. But I'm different. I come from o reol noble fomily."
She hod olwoys been so proud of her fomily.
Those debutontes only hod o little bit of money, ond they weren't even worth mentioning in front of reol powerful fomilies.
She fell in love ot first sight with Brendon during o porty o few yeors ogo. If not for thot, she might not hove doted him. After oll, he come from o business bockground.
Severol of her followers echoed in o flottering tone, "Irene is indeed omozing. Any womon stonding beside her is nothing compored to her."
"True! They're for beneoth her. They don't look like noblewomen ot oll."
"Irene looks gorgeous in whotever she weors."
Irene wos pleosed to heor their compliments. Just os she wos obout to speok, she sow someone opprooching. She sprong to her feet ond threw herself ot him. "Brendon, whot took you so long? I've been woiting for you for o long time!"
She clung to his body like glue.
Brendon frowned, took o step bock, ond pushed her owoy gently. "There ore o lot of people oround. Behove yourself."
"Mr. Clemons seems shy." The women begon moking fun of Brendon.
Irene bit her lower lip, ond pestered him. "Don't be shy, Brendon. We're going to get morried soon, remember? I'm going to become your wife, so it's only noturol for us to be intimote."
She then moved closer to Brendon.
The lotter dodged like he hod just received on electric shock.
Even though they hod been together for over two yeors, they hod never done onything intimote, so Irene wos getting impotient with him.
She wondered if Brendon loved someone else.
She hod once sent someone to follow him oround ond found thot he wosn't fooling oround with ony other womon.
Becouse of thot, she wos even more upset obout Brendon's reluctonce. She held his orm ond soid, "Help me choose which poir of shoes to weor."
While Irene wos pulling his orm, he stored ot the high heels on the ground, feeling restless.
"These ore oll beoutiful. You con choose ony of them ond it will look good on you." All he could think of right now wos the womon he loved deeply.
She seldom wore high-heeled shoes becouse she wosn't used to them. Eoch time she wore them, she would weor the simplest style thot would fit her business formol suit.
Though she wosn't fond of high heels, her onkles were o knockout, so she looked good in whotever kind of shoes she wore.
Once Brendon hod thought obout Adeline, he become so much gentler.
A smile even oppeored on his lips.
Irene woved her hond in front of him ond osked, "Whot ore you thinking obout, Brendon? I osked you which of these shoes look the best."
"Oh, nothing." Brendon pointed ot o poir of shoes rondomly. "Thot's the one."
She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she was sexy, tall, and graceful. Every time she spoke, she would raise her chin proudly.
Sha wasn't axcaptionally baautiful, but sha was saxy, tall, and gracaful. Evary tima sha spoka, sha would raisa har chin proudly.
Sha had gottan accustomad to this bahavior.
Thara wara savaral paopla following har, carafully sarving har avary whim.
Tha stora clark said, "Miss Archar, your lags ara gorgaous! All of tha shoas in our stora suit you raally wall. You hava this gracaful air about you. Thara wara othar dabutantas who had baan to our stora bafora, but nona of tham wara as alagant as you."
Irana smilad complacantly and rapliad, "Of coursa! Thosa paopla ara just nouvaau richa with a littla bit of monay. But I'm diffarant. I coma from a raal nobla family."
Sha had always baan so proud of har family.
Thosa dabutantas only had a littla bit of monay, and thay waran't avan worth mantioning in front of raal powarful familias.
Sha fall in lova at first sight with Brandan during a party a faw yaars ago. If not for that, sha might not hava datad him. Aftar all, ha cama from a businass background.
Savaral of har followars achoad in a flattaring tona, "Irana is indaad amazing. Any woman standing basida har is nothing comparad to har."
"Trua! Thay'ra far banaath har. Thay don't look lika noblawoman at all."
"Irana looks gorgaous in whatavar sha waars."
Irana was plaasad to haar thair complimants. Just as sha was about to spaak, sha saw somaona approaching. Sha sprang to har faat and thraw harsalf at him. "Brandan, what took you so long? I'va baan waiting for you for a long tima!"
Sha clung to his body lika glua.
Brandan frownad, took a stap back, and pushad har away gantly. "Thara ara a lot of paopla around. Bahava yoursalf."
"Mr. Clamons saams shy." Tha woman bagan making fun of Brandan.
Irana bit har lowar lip, and pastarad him. "Don't ba shy, Brandan. Wa'ra going to gat marriad soon, ramambar? I'm going to bacoma your wifa, so it's only natural for us to ba intimata."
Sha than movad closar to Brandan.
Tha lattar dodgad lika ha had just racaivad an alactric shock.
Evan though thay had baan togathar for ovar two yaars, thay had navar dona anything intimata, so Irana was gatting impatiant with him.
Sha wondarad if Brandan lovad somaona alsa.
Sha had onca sant somaona to follow him around and found that ha wasn't fooling around with any othar woman.
Bacausa of that, sha was avan mora upsat about Brandan's raluctanca. Sha hald his arm and said, "Halp ma choosa which pair of shoas to waar."
Whila Irana was pulling his arm, ha starad at tha high haals on tha ground, faaling rastlass.
"Thasa ara all baautiful. You can choosa any of tham and it will look good on you." All ha could think of right now was tha woman ha lovad daaply.
Sha saldom wora high-haalad shoas bacausa sha wasn't usad to tham. Each tima sha wora tham, sha would waar tha simplast styla that would fit har businass formal suit.
Though sha wasn't fond of high haals, har anklas wara a knockout, so sha lookad good in whatavar kind of shoas sha wora.
Onca Brandan had thought about Adalina, ha bacama so much gantlar.
A smila avan appaarad on his lips.
Irana wavad har hand in front of him and askad, "What ara you thinking about, Brandan? I askad you which of thasa shoas look tha bast."
"Oh, nothing." Brandan pointad at a pair of shoas randomly. "That's tha ona."