"You need help Mr. Cza because clearly you are not well in the head."
"How can you be so rough to manhandle me? I'm only doing what you want to keep out of your business and maintain distance."
"I'm sorry for what I'd done in the past, I promise from now on not to be presumptuous but I also need you to understand not to dare lay a finger on me again. I won't sit and take it. So there better not be a next time."
"Excuse me".
Isobel didn't miss a beat and bolt for the stairs leaving behind a stunned man.
Isobel got into her bedroom and bolts the door close. Her heart beats loudly in her chest as she stood resting on the door.
She jumped in the air startled as a knock came from the otherside of the door.
Did he follow her?
"Isabel, you forgot this. I will leave it by the door. Have a good rest".
Julius left leaving the jar of water on the floor without waiting for a reply. He still couldn't fatom Isabel apologizing or speaking politely to him. He tried to get her riled up but she wasn't shaken not in the least.
Julius smiled brightly. He just knew something truly was off. Isabel was cooking up trouble.
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BREAKFAST(1)
Isobel was on edge by Julius's treatment. She relayed the earlier incident to Isabel however the cunning female just brushed it off which failed to put Isobel's mind at ease.
Before meeting Julius, life in the pretty mansion was too cosy. Isobel got to familiarize herself. Learn the ins and out, the floorings and wherein she's permitted.
The mansion screamed of lavish convenience. It was admirably luxurious. Everything sparkled and shined of expensive taste.
Isobel disliked every aspect of the lifestyle. She had everything handed down to her without effort and wanted out.
When she wakes up in the mornings, soft silky expensive garments tailored to her size are picked and assembled to wear by the personal fashion stylist.
At first, Isobel was awkward with the whole arrangements and at giving instructions on what she wanted, but as the days went on, she loosened and just left things as they were much like the madame of the house.
Everyday a sumptuous meal was brought to her room, while in the evenings she ate at the veranda overlooking the busy city.
The meal was so enjoyable that she takes it as a sin to have found such pleasure just from food.
However she thought if possible, it wouldn't be bad if the elderly get to eat good food and experience such luxury in life. They deserve it.
The following day. Isobel went through the same routine but this time avoiding Isabel's husband on purpose.
She wants nothing to do with him and has no need for interactions. She followed the same process for close to a week and when she saw everything was quiet from his end, she thought her plan succeeded.
That the man had gone back to ignoring her existence. Isobel smiled innocently, thinking she actually shook him off, and that everything was in the palm of her hand.