Chapter 781


    Chapter 781


    Isaac pursed his lips.


    "What? Why would you ask that?"


    ? N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    Irene released him then and straightened herself, looking serious as she voiced her hunch.


    "Nothing good everes out of your lips."


    Isaac smiled despite his irritation—what did she really take him for? Had he really never said anything


    nice?!


    "That''s nder." Irene snorted.


    "Fine, then tell me: what makes me a good wife?" Isaac replied solemnly.


    "You''re a domestic goddess."


    "Why does that sound ironic in my ears?" Irene leered at him, but she did not press the issue.


    "Whatever. I''ll believe you for now."


    They returned hometer, and Mrs.Watson was taking care of housework while Sheryl was caring for


    the children.


    Irene thought then that although she was a wife, she really had not done much for her family, and so


    decided to cook.novelebook She should at least do that once in a while! Still, when they sat down for


    dinner and Tommy had a bite from Irene''s boiled egg, he pouted.


    "Mrs.Watson''s looks better." Irene had a taste and noticed that she really did overcook it.


    As such, she pushed it to Isaac.


    "Here, you can have it."


    He looked up and stared at her then.


    Was that affection, or was he just treated like a dumpster? Thetter seemed more likely, to be


    honest...


    Irene stuffed her schedule to the brim on the days before she went on her leave, finishing most of the


    tasks on hand so that they did not pile up.


    The event was on Friday, so they had to leave on Thursday.


    On the ne, Irene leaned against him and said, "Let''s make a stop at Minerva when we return.I''d like


    to check on Erin Gooding."


    "Sure," Isaac replied softly.


    Stan Hill was there to receive them when they arrived at Zidonia.


    Although he had been stuck in distant Franconia, James Cross constantly updated him on what


    happened in Zidonia.


    "Mr.Jefferson.Mrs.Jefferson—the car''s waiting outside," he said.


    Isaac nodded.


    "We won''t be staying for long.Have you done as instructed?"


    "Don''t worry," Stan replied.


    "It''s done."


    "Good."


    They arrived outside the airport and Stan opened the door for them, while Isaac shielded Irene as she


    went in first.She was sleepy, but now spirited.She wound down the window, letting in the air outside to


    clear her head.


    "Are we staying at a hotel?" she asked.


    Isaac never stayed at hotels whenever he made business trips here. However, he did not tell her


    immediately since he did not know what Irene was thinking.


    "I bought a house here. Want to check it out?"


    "Sure," Irene replied right away.


    Isaac told her simply.


    "It''s bigger than the hilltop mansion in Zidonia. I gave a general idea, and a designpany did the


    rest."


    Irene did appreciate Isaac''s tastes, and thought then that it would not be that bad—she actually


    became expectant too.


    It was a forty- minute trip, and the scenery along the way was beautiful.


    Everything from the people to the architecture were apletely different world.


    When they arrived Irene alighted, and the first thing she saw was the garden that spanned over 20,000


    square feet.nove.le.book There was even a mini golf course, and it would take a while to cover the


    entire area.


    "We can park at the side entrance too," Isaac said, which would allow easier entry.


    They stopped at the main entrance so that Irene could see the entire building, seeing the entire castle


    and its courtyard. Irene looked around as she walked along it.


    "It seems at once modern yet ssical."


    "I got it at an auction, and pretty much refurbished the entire building for the modern designs.It used to


    span more than 50,000 square feet, but the surrounding areas had been sold off, leaving just this."


    Isaac was quite satisfied with the ce.


    They strode ahead, reaching a circr fountain with four tiers, the water streaming downwards and


    kicking up huge sshes down to the bottom tier.


    The castle itself was of a Farbanti renaissance style, and wasposed ofrge bricks of a calm


    milky-white hue.


    Even the lower, wide steps to the front entrance were designed borately.


    As Irene stood over it, she could feel Isaac''s meticulous nature, thuy and that the design must have


    been for the sake of their children since they might fall over if the steps were too high.


    "Go in and take a look," Isaac said as he put an arm around her shoulder.