Magnus's eyes flared, and he raised his hands to hit her but stopped.
"What's going on here?" Robert interrupted. Magnus froze, glaring at Eisley.
"Nothing, I was..."
"Is he up? Is he fine?" Eisley slipped out of his grip, rushing towards Robert.
"Mr Kent would like to see you," Robert glared at Magnus. Eisley took a deep breath, running towards his bedroom.
Robert stood staring at Magnus, who refused to look him in the eyes.
"I hope what happened today doesn't repeat itself," Robert said, folding his arms behind him.
"What? And who—"
"You know what Mr Kent does to people who betray him. Miss Eisley is no longer your wife. She's now his, and once you touch her, you've touched him. You don't want that, do you?"
Magnus's head vein bulged out, and a glint of anger flashed through his eyes.
Robert was about to leave when Magnus spoke. "You can't relate, do you? Because your wife left you a long time ago,"
Robert looked back at him. "Actually, she died at childbirth. But no, I can't relate because if I were treated the same way you treated her, I would have run away when I saw an opportunity," Robert said, adjusting his glasses. "You want something; you treat it right. Just like your other mistresses, why do you think they could never become your wives?"
Magnus fumed even more, his veins threatening to pop from his forehead. He plastered a smile.
The door opened. Eisley rushed into Irwin's bedroom and found him groaning, but the moment he sighted her, he stopped.
"Are you okay?" Her hands quivered. Iwrin looked at her head to toe. Her hands were still covered in his blood.
"It's a small wound, and I'd be fine after resting. Isn't that true, doc?"
Eisley looked at the tall, dark-haired man standing beside Irwin's bed.
"Actually, no, he needs a lot of rest, I've
"Get out," Irwin interrupted. The doctor smiled and looked at Irwin.
"She's pretty," He took his things and left the room.
Their gaze locked in each other's, "I'm not dead, you know that?"
Eisley quietly began to sob. She covered her face, falling to her knees. "Oh god," she whimpered.
An awkward silence engulfed the room, leaving Irwin puzzled.
"Hey," he called, but she remained still crying. Eisley stood firmly, staring at him. Her gaze became even more watery.
"You can't die, you know that? You can't!" She yelled. Irwin fell silent. Eisley walked closer to him and sat at the edge of the bed. "You can't die, not until I say so," she bit her lower lips, pouting.
Irwin furrowed his brows. "Are you the boss of me? Why can't I die until you say so?"
"Because! You promised to help me!" She yelled at his face.
"I didn't,"
Eisley glared at him, her lips pouring still. "You asked me to kiss you, and I did."
"So?" Irwin forced his smile, eyes holding hers.
"We sealed our deal, so you can't die yet," she eyed him, looking down at his bare chest. Eisley looked away and looked back at him. All this while, he had been half-naked.
She gazed up and down lustfully while she dried the tears from her eyes. Her cheeks flushed red. Hella, this man was drop-dead gorgeous, her eyes shifting from his thick neck trailing across his creamy skin, outlining his abs, then to his well-defined muscles and arms. There was a stitch by the side of his stomach, and the sheets covered the lower part of his body. A lustful heat rose in her chest. She gulped, looking up at him.
A small smile tugged his lips. "Finally done eyefucking me?"
"Eyefucking?" She snapped. He was incredibly charming, she would admit, but eyefucking was way too much.
"I could see the lust beaming out of those green eyes. What? Should I lower the sheets? It's really awesome down there,"
Eisley got up, "You're insane,"
"You promised to be my cook. I'm hungry," Irwin took out a cigarette and lit it. Eisley immediately grabbed it from his lips, putting it out.
"You're sick. You can not be smoking," her hands shook, but her eyes challenged him. Irwin looked at her. Despite the fact she trembled like a leaf, her eyes challenged him in every manner a person could.
"Eisley," his tone went cold.
"I'll let you rest,"
Eisley swiftly moved backwards until her back hit the door. She rushed out of the room, slamming the door and resting on it, holding onto her roaring heart.
The next day, Eisley got up as early as she could, pestering Grace to let her cook for Irwin, but as she pestered Grace, she constantly refused, insisting that Irwin had not given her such orders.
"Why don't you follow me to ask him? That's why he hired me, I am not someone special, ohhh, come on, Grace,"
Grace looked at her. "My lady, I can't let you do such." She breathed a deep breath of frustration and looked at Eisley, who pouted at the corner of the kitchen. "Do you want to know a little secret?"
Eisley's curiosity grew, and she moved closer to her. "What's that? I mean, yes."
"You're the first lady Irwin is ever bringing into his personal mansion," Grace whispered.
Eisley's brows rose, and she rolled her eyes, moving away.
"As if," she scoffed at the idea. Suddenly, it hit her, "Did you say personal mansion?"
Grace smiled, "Of course, he has a few others, but this is usually his personal space. No one knows that his mansion exists, and no one has ever visited except for his mother and, oh, his men,"
"Grace," Magnus's voice startled Eisley. It was a voice she would never forget in her lifetime. She instantly hid behind Grace.
"Mr Sawyer," Grace called. Magnus looked at Eisley with frowns, but his gaze shifted to Grace with a smile.
"I was wondering what you were cooking," He walked closer
"Is there something you want, Mr Sawyer?" Grace asked. Magnus stopped, seeing how protective she was towards Eisley. He laughed.
"Well, nothing really, the ingredients have arrived, that's all," Grace looked at the pot of stew steaming and darted at Eisley and Magnus.
"It's okay, I can take care of it. You go ahead,"
"Alright, why don't you dish it for Mr Kent," Grace said with a faint smile.
Eisley nodded. Magnus watched in silence as Eisley turned the stew, adding a few of the vegetables.
"I've missed you, Eisley," he said the moment Grace was no longer in sight.