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.
That was when she heard her second son crying.
Not sure if it was hunger or a soiled diaper, she headed over, opening the door to find Sheryl already washing the baby's rump while boiling hot water to make milk.
"Go to bed. I'll be done soon," Sheryl told Irene.
"I'm here already. I can feed him," Irene said.
"Okay," Sheryl said and left to wash the cloth diaper while Irene fed the baby.
He was asleep soon enough, and Irene tucked him in his cradle, gently petting his little tummy and somehow falling asleep as well.
When Sheryl returned after cleaning the diapers, she saw that Irene was sound asleep, and so, she did not wake Irene.
Upstairs, Isaac was sitting by the bed, the moon illuminating him and leaving a large shadow.
He was the shadow that disappeared in a flash outside the study just now.
When Irene got out of bed, he realized that she had not been sleeping too.
He pretended not to know and followed her downstairs quietly, just to see what she was up to... and it had to be the diary.
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