Chapter 892

Irene pretended to think about it. "We'll see. I can consider becoming a housewife if you're nicer to me."

Isaac was at once amused and annoyed. "Have I mistreated you?"

"That remains to be seen," Irene replied.

Isaac smiled helplessly and pulled her toward him. "Don't upset me now."

Irene nodded repeatedly as she leaned against him. "I'll be good."

Elliot was outside the restaurant as they pulled into parking, and greeted them as they alighted. "Everything's as arranged, Mr. Jefferson. They are waiting in a private room."

Isaac nodded slightly. "Got it."

He entered with Irene, but Irene asked as Elliot lingered outside, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I'll eat later," Elliot replied.

He stayed because he was anticipating more orders from Isaac after dinner.

After all, he brought Sheryl and Isaac's children there, so he was wondering if he had to drive them home as well—he was considerate that way.

Irene then turned to Isaac, asking with a look if Elliot could join them.

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