Chapter 640

Isaac was standing by the door, having a clear view of what Irene was doing.

As he strode in, Irene asked, "Have you had dinner yet?”

Isaac said nothing, instead walking up to her and putting a hand on her scarred face.

Irene watched him and joked, ‘If I married you like this, won't people say that you married ugly?”

"No one would have the balls to say that,” Isaac replied, gently caressing her cheek.

‘They might, behind your back,” Irene said, taking his hand off. "Take your shower. I'm checking on the children downstairs."

Isaac caught her by the wrist. "We have people doing that. You, on the other hand, are getting weird."

"Mom was suggesting that I get plastic surgery," Irene said. "She told me that this doesn't look good."

Isaac smiled. ‘It doesn't."

Irene glared at him right then. "I thought you said you didn't mind.”

Isaac kept smiling. “I don't!"

"So why doesn't this look good?"

Perhaps he did not like how she looked now and was just lying that he did not mind?

a pretty face. You must hate

Isaac frowned.

getting annoyed? He was

his arms around

"Are you upset?"

scowling and struggled. "Let

show you if

"Maybe I should get myself disfigured

despite herself. "You're so

bugging her anyway. "I really don't

growled, but her irritation had already

you," he

immediately. "Fine, I get

does it tickle? I'll scratch

her clothes loose from her tussle

hand and pressed it over his

flushing from his

his muscular chest

his collar,

something for you. What do you

"Anything goes.”

a shower,” she said, and slithered

new mansion

and Mrs. Watson were playing with the children in their

cooked paella, throwing in shrimps and other

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