NovelOnlineAt nine in the morning, Irene finished her breakfast and walked out of the kitchen. She intended on going through her notes as she waited for Lucas and the tutor.
Shortly after, someone cknocking. She went to open the door and spotted Sam outside the door.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mr. Sam." Irene did not understand why Sam enjoyed coming to the South Block so much. If Lucas was home, she would never have dared to let Sam in, but even in Lucas' absence, she did not have the courage to let him in.
"See? I was right!" Sam said before pushing the door open to enter the living room. "I told you that he wouldn't be back." "Is there something you need, Mr. Sam?" Irene did not want to talk about Lucas with Sam, but Sam insisted on continuing the subject.
"Irene, I know that Lucas has been taking care of you, so you are protective of him," he said as he sat down on the couch, "but listen to me. Don't dream about getting anywhere with him." Seeing that Sam refused to drop the subject, she remained quiet as she realized that he would never give up until he said what he wanted to say.
"This little brother of mine is good for nothing. The only thing he has going for him is his face! Each penny he owns belongs to Father, and as soon as he is out of this family, he will be no one. Someone like him won't find a proper job even if he somehow manages to graduate from university. Let's say we arrange a post for him in the Woods Group, don't think he will ever accomplish anything there. Father knows this, and his expectation for Lucas is simple: Use his looks and find himself a rich woman to marry, so that he can secure a certain lifestyle for the future. Irene, are you sure you still want to obsess over a man who is destined to rely on women to make ends meet?" She flushed with humiliation when he heard all that he had to say.
For certain reasons, all of the Woods family members seemed to believe that she was in love with Lucas and was trying to get together with him simply because she was poor. Though she was a servant, she could not allow them to step on her pride forever. "Mr. Sam, I never said anything about liking Mr. Lucas. I tidy his room and cook for him every day because I've been paid to do so. I'm merely offering my services in exchange for money-like any other servant in this house. I don't know why you keep insisting that I'm in love with Mr. Lucas. Do you think that I have no other way of surviving apart from seducing him? Mr. Sam, I'm devoted to studying and getting into a university. Once I get in and graduate, I won't ever work as a servant again," she blurted out, her eyes reddening.
Surprised, Sam's lips curled into an awkward smile. "That's good! You don't seem like the kind of woman who depends on others. Just think of working for Lucas as a stepping stone. Once you get into a university, you will be exposed to more job offerings. The scar on your face might be appalling, but you just need to wear a mask to hide it. As long as you are willing to work hard, there are plenty of opportunities out there." "Yes," she agreed. "As long as I'm willing to work hard, I won't starve to death. Mr. Sam, please stop poking fun atand Mr. Lucas from now on. I'm not a highborn lady. I can't afford to take care of Mr. Lucas for life, and he is out of my league." Outside the gate, Lucas overheard their conversation and his expression darkened.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe was carrying a cake in his hand and had been clenching his fists so hard that the skin on his knuckles started to turn white.
He had repeatedly warned Irene not to let Sam into the South Block, but she did not listen.
He felt disgusted by the words she said to Sam.
She had only treated this job as a stepping stone and would never work as a servant again once she was exposed to more job opportunities at university. He was worried for her and promised that she could be his servant forever if she could not find a job. It was no wonder that she seemed stunned when he proposed that idea; it was because she never wanted to work as a servant to begin with.
All that aside, it was her last words that truly hurt him.
'I'm not a highborn lady. I can't afford to take care of Mr. Lucas for life, and he is out of my league.' In Irene's perspective, he was merely a talentless man who never worked hard and could only survive by leeching off a rich woman in the future.
Bang!
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