Chapter 663

Irene actually forgot she wrote that down.

Still, as she tried hard to remember, she recalled how she threw a tantrum after an argument with her father Lionel and ran out of the house.

It was raining, and she was soon soaked through.

That was when Seth happened to be returning, and seeing that she was alone, he offered her shelter under his umbrella.

At the time, she thought that she was like a prince who came to her on a white horse—kind and affectionate.

She was just fourteen, the age when teenage hormones started blooming, and she hence wrote down all those fluffy feelings.

Naturally, it was embarrassing just thinking about that now.

To think that she had done something like this!

Still, she now finally understood why Isaac was behaving so weirdly and saying that weird stuff.

So this was the root cause... but when did he read it? She then realized that it was in his study anyway, and that he could read it anytime.

Obviously, she should throw it away and then explain everything to Isaac. After all, it was just gibberish she wrote at a time when she hardly understood much.

She did not sense a shadow disappearing in a flash outside, and instead slowly walked out.

a soiled diaper, she headed over, opening the door to find Shery I already washing

I'll be done soon," Sheryl told

already. I can

left to wash the cloth diaper while Irene fed the

asleep soon enough, and Irene tucked him in his cradle,

cleaning the diapers, she

asleep, and so, she did not wake

bed, the moon

in

out of bed, he realized

to know and followed her downstairs quietly, just to see what she was up to... and it had to be the

nostalgia?

now, did she

to sleep on the

his head and rubbed his temples, feeling utterly powerless

as

was

was his fault for being late,

Isaac had already suited up, looking prim

dining table, he said, "I might be traveling abroad for work

a business

you really have to

to Remy headquarters. Something I have to deal

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