I Quit, Mr. Shaffer

Isabella stepped outside and noticed that the car was still parked outside. Her bodyguard offered to help her buy it, but she declined, wanting to take the opportunity to get some fresh air.

After finding Victoria, Isabella's heart was exhausted and in turmoil. When she received the call from Joey, her initial reaction was that Victoria had been taken away, possibly by Spencer. She thought he might have wanted to give her a warning. However, it now seemed that she had been overthinking.

She walked aimlessly across the street, heading towards the snack street. Initially

had only ordered two bowls of rice noodles, but then she decided to order one m thinking that Seth probably hadn't eaten anything at the banquet.

As she carried the food back, she noticed a familiar car not far away. Seth was sitting the driver’s seat, driving himself. Isabella was momentarily stunned and then ran over with the food.

She knocked on the car window, and he unlocked the car. Hearing the sound of the car unlocking, she carefully opened the car door and got in.

“Mr. Shaffer, why are you out?” she asked.

She had a hunch that someone had been following her when she went out, but her mind was too preoccupied to pay attention. She asked knowingly, just to make conversation.

Seth replied, “Just out for a drive.”

Isabella pursed her lips, holding three bowls of rice noodles, and sat in the pas

seat without saying a word.

“Did you buy some for me too?” Seth asked.

Isabella nodded subconsciously, then lowered her head to unpack the rice noodles. “It's not spicy, and the shop looked pretty clean,” she said as she handed him the food. Surprisingly, he didn’t complain. He took the rice noodles and placed them on the console, then reached out to Isabella for chopsticks.

She unpacked the disposable chopsticks and habitually looked for water to rinse them, but he said, “Never mind, just use them as they are.”Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Isabella was surprised but handed over the chopsticks.

The disposable chopsticks were short and looked awkward and shabby in his hands. She held the remaining two bowls and quietly watched from the side.

His facial features were outstanding, with a clear and sharp jawline. Even when he eating street food, his manners were still refined, a result of his upbringing.

Seeing the dull yellow vegetable leaves, he picked them up and frowned, but before s could stop him, he put them in his mouth.

Avoice rushed past her ear.

He likes you.

Isabella’s eyes welled up, and she quickly turned away.

Seth noticed her movement and clicked his tongue, saying, “What's wrong now?”

She sniffed. “Nothing.”

He sensed that something was off and reached out to grab her shoulder.

“Didn’t your mother come back? Why are you crying?”

Isabella wiped her face and spoke softly, “I’m just a little upset. It’s nothing.”

She lowered her head to get the sauce packet, trying to lighten the mood. “Add some of

this; it tastes better.”.

He glanced at the sauce, not knowing what it was, but took it from her hand and put it

in the bowl.

She sat beside him, her knuckles burning.

He really likes her.

But... how much does he love her?

Spencer's words flashed through her mind, and a self-deprecating smile appe her face.

Erin could point at Spencer’s face and say she would rather die than not be with Morgan because she could afford to take that risk.

She had a perfect family, supportive parents, and a successful career at a young age.

If she lost any of these, she still had the others to fall back on.

Then she thought about herself. She only had a mother and a so-called career that wa

shaky at best.

What could she risk?

She couldn't help but look at Seth next to her.

Morgan loved Erin back then. His love for her was deeper than life itself.

“What about you?” she couldn’t help but ask.