Chapter 613
Before Isaac could answer, Erin said, "He's not actually my half-brother- I'm just adopted. I'm not my mother's
biological daughter, so you don't have to ask him. We can be together if we want."
James wanted to explain that he knew about that and had zero connection with Isaac, and Yvaine was the only
thing that connected them.
Even so, he found it necessary to clear the air, since Yvaine was Isaac's mother too.
Still, Isaac beat him to it before he could say anything. "Your relationships have nothing to do with me."
Like Erin said, she was adopted-so what did that have to do with him?
Taking Irene's hand, he told James, "Now that you're better, we can go."
"I'll check in at the office tomorrow," James said.
Isaac heard James, but he did not respond.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs he headed outside with Irene, she asked, "Will you be busy today?"
"What is it?" he asked in return.
"Well, Mark Wickers helped out a lot with the research for the antidote," Irene told him. "I'm thinking about treating
everyone to dinner. You can join us if you're free."
"Yeah. I can make the arrangements, too," Isaac said.
"Sure," Irene said after thinking about it.
She was not experienced in mingling, while Isaac often did it and would know what to do.
"How many people will there be?" Isaac asked.
"A little around ten," Irene said.
"Okay. Let's get you home to catch more sleep."
He needed a number to better make arrangements, and was naturally aware that she had been working very hard
lately, and could rest now that their troubles were over.
However, Irene said, "I'm actually thinking about going to the mall. Tommy is growing out of his clothes, and since
we have time now, we could get him new ones."
"I'm coming with you," he said and turned the car around.
"Aren't you busy?" she asked, staring at him.
"There are things to do, but nothing urgent. I have the time to take you to the mall..."
Turning to look at her just then, he said, "Or maybe you want my company?"
Irene stayed quiet, more or less allowing it.
Isaac took her to the most bustling street at the heart of the city, where luxury brands across the world set up their
exclusive stores.
Irene had never shopped there before and she never liked luxury items anyway-it would only get in her way given
her profession, so all she had was a watch to keep the time.
After Isaac parked his car, he walked around it to her, taking her hand and saying, "I saw how empty your wardrobe
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmis. Time for you to stock up."
"I'm poor. You're paying," Irene joked.
Isaac turned toward her, amused. "My stuff is yours, no?"
Any woman would love to hear such sweet words, and Irene was no exception.
Linking arms with him then, she joked, "Swear it."
"Swear what?" Isaac asked, feigning seriousness.
Irene quickly shoved him aside. "Fine. Stay away from me."
Isaac simply slid up to her and gathered her in his arms, leaning in, and whispered in his magnetic voice, "I swear."
His breath sprayed over her neck as he spoke, tickling her.
Irene shrunk her neck into her shoulders and shot him a glare.
Isaac simply smiled at her blushing face and reached out to pinch her cheek.
Irene slapped it away. "That hurts."
"Should I be gentler?" Isaac asked.