Isaac frowned, because he was hoping that the issue did not require his attention. "What is it?"James did not answer immediately, but instead slid a peek at Irene.Catching the cue, she said, "I should not listen, I guess? You could stop the car, and I'll get myself a taxi.""No, it's—""Just spit it already!'James quickly tried to explain, but Isaac snapped impatiently—it almost looked like he wanted to hide everything from Irene.He certainly was aware that they had trust issues, or she would not have done everything she could to run away from him just because of something he said. That was why he would do his best to avoid giving her the sense that he had something to hide from her.James then explained, "Blue Hill Asylum's director just called, saying…"It was nothing worth hiding, but Irene might be uncomfortable with what he was going to say.However, the more secretive he was, the more Irene was interested.Noticing that Isaac's expression was turning colder, James
Irene answered earnestly, "...I did.""Do tell," Isaac said, his interest piqued. "When you told me that you're only staying with me because of Tommy, I decided that I should not use him to shackle you. You have the right to pick who you love, and…""And you faked your death to leave me." Isaac's gaze turned dark. "Should I thank you for your generosity?"Irene reared her chin at him. "You're welcome."Isaac said nothing, but his step quickened as she pulled her back to her room.Once inside, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to bed, while Irene turned, doing her best to hide her scars.As he put her down, she leaned on her side and kept one cheek visible, but Isaac hovered on top of her, gently turning her face. "You don't have to hide from me." Even so, Irene was still uneasy with revealing her flaw and she was used to hiding it.Isaac simply lay by her side and nestled against her neck while stroking her bulging belly."I love you, Irene," he whispered alluri
Mark Wickers was acting all shady and suspicious as he sneaked into the forum, and was craning his neck while waiting for the right timing to get a seat."Mr. Wickers," Irene called out to him.As Mark turned around, he stumbled backward when he saw her face, barely keeping his balance as he quickly kept a hand against the wall."A-Are you a ghost?"" he stammered.Irene remembered that she had mostly healed from her burn scars. It was natural that Mark would be spooked to see her now, since he would still be convinced that she was dead."No, I'm not dead," Irene tried to explain. "What?!" What was going on? How did she come back to life?!"Look, now's not the time for that," Irene quickly said. "What are you doing here?"Mark sighed. "I didn't get an invitation, but I really wanted to be here, so…""Got it," Irene replied. "Come with me."Mark was surprised. "You can get me in?"He even tried to pull strings, but he simply could not make it in.Irene turned and gave him
It was a worker, who appeared sloppy as he carried a stack of documents and stood outside the door.Irene's speech was cut short because of his sudden intrusion. Knowing the abruptness of his arrival, he quickly lowered his head and walked along the wall.He was here to deliver documents and had to use his elbow to keep the doors open as he entered, since he was holding the stack of paper in his arms. He just did not expect the doors to swing open so abruptly and loudly, leaving him at a loss.Still, the distraction was soon over, and Irene remained unaffected as she finished her speech.Isaac had been sitting at an inconspicuous corner, his gaze bypassing countless others to stay fixed on Irene.She seemed to sparkle when she spoke about her expertise, her confidence making her glow bewitchingly.He did not even realize that he was smiling faintly, but he certainly admired her at that very moment.She was no naive, ignorant child, and he could feel the passion in her speech.A
The call just happened to be from Zachary.Isaac raised a brow when he saw the name on the screen, seemingly expecting it.Speak of the devil indeed."I need a favor," the voice from the other end said."I'm at the Elegant Dawn. Get over here."The person on the other end was silent for a moment, before saying, "Okay."With that, Isaac put away his phone and turned toward Irene. "He'll be here soon. You can talk to him here."He told Zachary to come over so that Irene did not have to make a trip. Irene nodded.After half an hour, Zachary arrived and he was led to the private booth by a host."Isaac—"He was going to speak with Isaac immediately, but froze completely when he saw the person beside him.He thought he was seeing things.He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but she was still there."Irene?" he called out tentatively, but soon decided that he must be mistaken—Irene was dead and they even saw her corpse. How could she still be alive? Did Isaac miss her so m
Irene held his gaze just then. "What?""This is good. Try it," Isaac said, putting a chunk of meat on her plate.She cut a slice and put it in her mouth, but it was not until she started chewing when she realized that something was suspicious.Turning toward Isaac warily, she asked, "Why are you being weird?""You're just being paranoid," Isaac told her. "Here. Have some more."That only aroused Irene's suspicion further. "Really? You're not hiding something from me?" "What do I have to hide?"Isaac actually sounded confident, because he had nothing to hide.However, Ricky Spencer had asked to see him before, but he was too busy—now that he thought about it, it might have been because of Lulu.He was therefore feeling guilty, and worried that Irene would get upset because he did not get involved."More," he said, and kept pushing more food to her, until there was a small hill of food on her plate.Irene was speechless—was she a pig or something?"I can't finish this," she
It sounded like something shattering, so Irene opened the door again and called out, "Ricky?"No one answered.She started to head inside, but Isaac caught her. "Stop," he said, walking ahead of her. "I'll look inside. Wait for me here."Things appeared rather dark and creepy inside, and he was worried about potential danger.Irene nodded and he headed inside, where he found Ricky behind a couch. The whole house stank of alcohol and there were many empty bottles of alcohol on the floor.Ricky had drank so much that he smelled as if he was just scooped out of a vat of alcohol.While Isaac frowned, Irene walked toward him. "Is Ricky there?""Yeah," he replied.The curtains were drawn, and there were just a few rays of sunshine spilling in.There was no telling how long Ricky had stayed within the darkness, and he was holding his hand over his eyes, seemingly uncomfortable with the light."Ricky?" Irene called out as she walked over to him.Ricky narrowed his eyes, though h
There was no telling how long it had been since Ricky visited a hairdresser—his hair was long and unkempt like a bird's nest, and there was uneven stubble growing over his chin.Grooming was even more out of the question, and he looked just like a homeless bum."Don't go." His head seemed to have cleared considerably, and came running to stop Irene. "I need you. It's about Lulu.""Okay, I'll wait." Irene paused, held his gaze for a moment, and spoke. Ricky nodded, and promptly ran into his house, taking a bath and even shaving.Irene did not get impatient either, but standing when heavily pregnant was taxing, and her legs were getting swollen.Sensing her discomfort, Isaac placed a supporting hand over her back. "We can wait in the car.""Okay."Over an hour passed—it was quite some time, but Ricky was a different man when he came out.There was not even a whiff of alcohol from his body, only the faint fresh scent of soap.The mansion was only stinking of alcohol because i