Irene remained composed in spite of Zachary's sharp glare and suddenly smiled.
"Look, I was just trying to convince you not to bother Lulu."
"So what was the point of all that?!" Zachary snapped.
"What do you think?" Irene asked him in return.
"I think it's pointless," he replied.
Irene heaved a long sigh and said, "Me too. I mean, if a person likes you, that's basically love, right? Can a person love you without liking you? That's ridiculous."
That was why she remained so composed when Zachary told her that Isaac only 'liked' her—from her perspective, that was good enough, since there was not much difference between liking and loving!
Zachary pouted. "Then why did you bother giving that crap?"
"I'm not," she said, but Zachary pushed her out of her room before she could explain. "Fine, I get it. You don't want me looking for Lulu, right? I won't go."
"As long as you understand." Irene smiled.
Zachary rolled his eyes after closing the door behind her.
Why should he listen to that?
He was not being particularly self-indulgent either, but his life was his own!
He made his decision, and he would see through it instead of listening to others.
His gaze seemed distant then, and there was no telling what was on his mind.
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The next morning, Irene did not see Zachary around the house. She asked, "He's not up yet?"
"He was up when I woke up," Mrs. Watson replied.
"What time did you wake up?" Irene asked, knowing that Mrs. Watson always woke up early, be it here or back in Zidonia.
"Around five, I think?" Mrs. Watson frowned, not quite remembering the specific timing.
Irene frowned, realizing Zachary was behaving unusually right then.
She promptly whipped out her phone and called Zachary. Thankfully, he answered.
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