Chapter 839

Obviously, the sleeping gown Irene was wearing had no pants either.

She smiled faintly, and even that expression seemed to have an additional tinge of coquettishness. "Yeah. Want some?"

For the first time, Isaac was being teased.

His dark eyes twinkled as he smiled, and his voice was as quiet as it was deep. "Yeah."

Hence, Irene watched him as she tipped off her outer gown with her fingers, breathing tenderly and alluringly, "You have to catch it, or it'd get dirty if it drops on the floor."

Isaac could not stop himself from smiling.

Did she take the wrong meds today?

"Alright, I'll catch it," he said.

The black silk gown slithered off Irene's body then, baring her fair skin. The straps clinging on her shoulders were so thin they looked like they would snap at any moment, its soft texture hugging her slender but curvaceous figure.

She smiled. "I'm throwing it down now."

She held the gown over the railing, and it would fall once she loosened her fingers!

Isaac raised his