Irene rarely took the initiative, but he was barely finished when she wrapped her arms around Isaac's
neck and kissed his lips.novelebookHer lips were soft and sweet, and it caught Isaac off guard.
Still, he soon came to his senses and responded with passion, and he carried her over to a table as
they continued to swap spit.
As Irene's shoulder strap slipped off and revealed her fair, beautiful skin, Isaac's breathing turned
ragged and he suddenly paused, staring at her in confusion.
"What..."
Irene held his gaze, but eventually gave in and burst out in laughter.
"I'm on my period."
Isaac was left speechless—he knew something was wrong since she was always shy, getting passive
when things began to get frisky.
Why would she suddenly behave like that? Although he took a moment to calm down, his voice was
still hoarse, "Was it fun, messing with me?"
Irene nodded repeatedly.
"Yeah.It really is."
Annoyed but having no choice, Isaac straightened her close.
"You better pray your period lasts forever."
"Fine, my bad," she apologized right away—she really was afraid of him.
Isaac held her gaze then, but there was passion in his eyes despite his clear restraint.
"It's late now."
With those words, he turned and headed to the bathroom —he felt like he was burning and needed to
cool off.
Irene quickly went after him.
"I'll help." Isaac turned again.
He would be happy about that on any other occasion, but not today —he might kill him! "T'll do it
myself,"
he said, and closed the door in her face.
Irene pursed her lips, feeling like she went overboard.
It was twenty minutes later when he stepped out in his gray silk pajamas.
Its shiny sheen and soft texture was certainly a sight to behold on his tall, muscular form.
Naturally, it did not hide his masculine charm, especially with his good looks.
Irene walked over to him and tried to win points again.
"Let me blow dry your hair."
Isaac stared at her for a long while, but he eventually gave in and chuckled.
"You're forgiven, since you're that sincere."
Irene wrapped her arms around his waist and cooed, ‘Thanks, darling."
Isaac was naturally pleased to hear her say that, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
"I like it when you call me that."
Slightly embarrassed, she hid her face in his chest.
The faint fresh scent of soap swirling from his body was a delight to her nose, and she sniffed it
greedily.
After her bath, Irene put on a set of conservative pajamas when Pierre knocked on their door, saying
that dinner was ready. nove.le.book She and Isaac went downstairs together to eat, and they slept
soundly later.
Irene was woken the next day, she opened her groggy eyes...
to the sight of the row of servants standing by her bed.
She promptly sprang up, her head clearing up right then.
"What..."
She then spotted the towering form, who was speaking into the phone while still in his pajamas,
standing at the balcony.
He continued his conversation for over ten minutes before hanging up, and he waited for a while before
entering.
Seeing that Irene was awake, he said, "I had Stan prepare those gowns.Pick the one you like."
Irene remembered then that they were supposed to attend a grand ceremony and she pulled off her
blanket to get out of bed.
There were three gowns: one was elegant, one had attitude, while the last one was risque but feminine.
"The black one," Irene said, naturally picking the one with attitude.
There were sets of jewelry too, and Isaac walked up, pointing at the nude-colored diamond set.
"That fits."
The somber of blackness needed something shiny to shine.
Rubies or sapphires would only blend into the backdrop and fade, while the contrast between nude and
black had a greater contrast, and her youthfulness would help.
Irene looked at him, her lips parting in a faint smile, "Okay.Let's go with that."
"I'll be leaving first since I have work to do.Stan will be here with someone to help with your makeup
after breakfast.I'll come to get you around ten."
With that, he headed to his wardrobe.
Irene had no idea if those were borrowed, and she had the servants put them down for the time
being.She headed downstairs to the kitchen, and Pierre arrived, asking, "' How can I help, ma'am?"
"I was just thinking about making some scrambled eggs and warm milk," thuyIrene replied.
"I'll get the cook to—"
"It's fine.I can do it."
Isaac definitely had not had breakfast, and he was already in a hurry to leave, so she cooked both at
the same time.
She was done just as Isaac arrived downstairs, and she put everything on the table.Eat something
before you leave."
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