Chapter 504
Chapter 504
Irene answered earnestly, "...I did."
"Do tell," Isaac said, his interest piqued.
"When you told me that you''re only staying with me because of Tommy, I decided that I should not use
him to shackle you. You have the right to pick who you love, and..."
"And you faked your death to leave me." Isaac''s gaze turned dark.
" Should I thank you for your generosity?"
Irene reared her chin at him.
"You''re wee." Isaac said nothing, but his step quickened as she pulled her back to her room.
Once inside, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to bed, while Irene turned, doing her best
to hide her scars.
As he put her down, she leaned on her side and kept one cheek visible, but Isaac hovered on top of
her, gently turning her face.
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"You don''t have to hide from me."
Even so, Irene was still uneasy with revealing her w and she was used to hiding it.
Isaac simplyy by her side and nestled against her neck while stroking her bulging belly.
"I love you, Irene," he whispered alluringly into her ear.
As Irene''s fingers clenched on her sheets, Isaac brushed his fingers over her cheek lovingly.
"I wouldn''t want more children from you if I didn''t love you. Just ask me if you have any questions from
now on—don''t run off again."
Irene hid her face on his chest.
"Okay."
"I missed you so much," he said, and leaned in, his lips brushing over her soft hair to kiss her forehead,
her eyelid, her nose, and eventually her lips...
His kiss reached deep as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, and she felt limp and sprawled
herself in his arms, unable to resist.
His hands began to go further, his icy fingertips sliding past her neck, to her chest, and down her
blouse...
Iren''s eyes widened, and promptly caught his hand, shaking her head, "No."
The baby took priority.
However, Isaac''s juices were stirring and he wanted to melt into her, because she had always been in
her mind.
"I''ll be gentle—"
Irene held her gaze.
"Not now."
It was not exactly impossible, but she refused to do it when she looked like this.
Isaac''s libido was ring, and he pursed his lips in silence for a while so that it would pass.
He still felt a little antsy afterward, but he restrained himself and simply embraced her, using
conversation to divert his primal instincts.
"Is it a daughter this time?"
"I don''t know," Irene replied—she never checked.
"I''ll love them whether it''s a boy or a girl," she said, stroking her belly—they were her children
regardless.
The thought left her sighing, however.
"It''s all your fault."
"Yeah," he mumbled as his lips were pressing against her shoulder, but he did not regret switching out
her contraceptive pills.
In fact, he wanted more children with her.
At the same time, drowsy and tired, Irene closed her eyes, dozing off soon enough.
On the other hand, Isaac could not—before this, it was because he missed her so much, but now it was
because of sadness.
The scar on her face reminded him that she actually believed that he did not love her, and yet, she
pushed him away from that bomb with all her strength.
She was so stupid.
And he loved her for that so much it hurt.
As the medical forum began the next day, Irene got herself a makeup artist to hide her burn scars.
She did not want her face to scare people or draw attention to herself, and her clothes covered most of
it as well. She was Zidonian, but since she worked at Mead Clinic, she, Dr. Pitt, and another doctor
took the front row seats reserved for them.
The other front row seats were reserved for the hosts and the vice- chief of Hotmesh Research.
Soon, everyone took their seats, and it was a grand assembly of cardiovascr specialists.
However, the supposedly academic forum became unfriendly in the name of profit.
Irene took a sip of the water on the table when she noticed a shady figure at a corner.
She walked up to him and realized that it was...