Chapter 880

Isaac came home to take them out for lunch.

When he returned, Sheryl had already packed up the baby's necessities, along with the stroller, which was in the car trunk.

Isaac had the chauffeur put everything in the car while taking the baby off Irene's hands.

The baby's skin was healthy and fair, and his tiny figure was utterly adorable.

As Isaac gave him a peck on the cheek, he beamed, baring eight tiny white teeth that looked just like rice grains.

He was drooling too, so Isaac had to wipe it off him.

"Oh, my," Isaac said just then. "Don't you think his lips look just like yours?"

Tiny and pinkish, that was.

Irene shot Isaac a glare. "Of course, I gave birth to him."

"No, it's just the lips," Isaac said as he studied his baby. "His nose, eyes, and cheeks are all like mine."

Irene sighed—she was the one who carried the baby for ten months, and it was certainly not easy.

And both children had to resemble their father only.

"Let's go!" Isaac said, putting a hand over her sh