Leave Me Alone Mr Shaffer Novel

The main house featured a spacious indoor corridor adorned with floor-to-ceiling windows that stretched over thirty feet. Seth
and Patrick sat side by side, quietly savoring their tea.
“I broke two of Corey’s ribs and slapped him countless times. Isn’t that sufficient?” Seth placed his tea down and spoke in a deep
voice. “Perhaps he needs another lesson.”
Patrick’s lips curled up slightly. “I didn’t anticipate that.” He had assumed Isabella would be an easy target. “The severity of my
attack on Corey was solely based on how he mistreated your wife,” he remarked.
Seth furrowed his brows and glanced at him. “If she were my wife, he would have pa with his life.”
Patrick chuckled softly. “So, you’re implying that... she isn’t yours yet?” Seth fell silent and sighed. “Well, that was a futile effort,
then.”
Seth was displeased. “Marriage shouldn’t be taken lightly.”
“I understand. I heard her address you as Mr. Shaffer earlier,” Patrick pointed out.
Seth sneered, “She has been with me for five years, and it has become a habit for her to address me respectfully.”
Patrick pursed his lips. “Habits are difficult to change. Perhaps that’s what she thinks.”
Frowning, Seth snorted coldly, intentionally poking at his friend’s wound. “You are married to Helena. Does she simply address
you as Mr. Campton?”
“Don’t compare me to you.”
Intrigued, Seth asked, “What does she call you?”
“Trash, b*stard, dead face...” Patrick recounted.
Speechless, Seth turned to his friend with a complex expression. “Are you proud of that?”
Patrick closed his eyes and said, “If she scolds me, it means she still cares. Mr. Shaffer...” He mimicked the way Isabella
addressed Seth, mocking him unkindly. “So many people in your company address you that way. Do they all have feelings for
you?”

To that, Seth had nothing to say.
At the white building.
“Isabella, I was the one who allowed you to escape. Otherwise, do you think anyone could have saved you?” Corey’s hand
dangled by the bed, his face still wearing a play expression.
Isabella frowned, observing his demeanor and recalling the events of that day. She unconsciously clenched her hand.
Corey closed his eyes, leisurely humming a song. “He arrived just in time. If he hadn’t, I wouldn’t have hesitated to take you.”
Isabella looked at him with disgust. “After going through so much trouble, all you got was a beating from your brother. Was it
worth it?”
Pausing his actions, he opened his eyes and lazily gazed at her. “Yeah, he beat me.” His tone was indifferent, devoid of any
resentment. “My brother was very angry and told me to forget about going out for a while because he wants to discipline me.”
He seemed quite pleased about this, and Isabella had a shocking suspicion. “Were yo trying to get your brother’s attention?”
Corey remained silent, his smile twisted as he looked up at her. After a long pause, he said, “I kinda like you, Isabella. Besides
being beautiful, you’re also very intelligent.”
Isabella felt uncomfortable under his gaze and instinctively took a step back. She didn’t want to stay any longer and turned to
leave.
Suddenly, Corey raised his hand and managed to grab her arm. His touch was icy cold, devoid of any warmth, and it pained him
to raise his bandaged hand. Isabella stopped, looking down at him.
He looked up at her, appearing innocent. “I suppose you want to hear that sentence?”
Isabella furrowed her brows, curious about what he was going to say.
Corey smiled, his eyes lacking warmth. “I’m sorry.”