The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 873

Isaac looked up. Slowly closing his magazine, he told Erin, "It's late. You should go to bed!"

With that, he headed to the kitchen, where Irene was still sorting the plates into the drawer.

"You're not done yet?" he asked.

"I am now," she replied, sorting the last stack into the drawer and stretching her arms—her back was actually starting to get sore.

Isaac walked up behind her.

"Good work," he said, putting his arms around her waist. "I'll give you a massage."

It felt ticklish to Irene instead, and she smiled as she pushed him away. "Buzz off. You don't have to."

"Buzz off to where?" Isaac asked.

Irene was too tired to fool around with him. "I'm sleepy."

"Let's go to bed then," Isaac said, giving her a peck on the lips. "You look pale."

Irene's heart seemed to clench, but she feigned calmness as she rubbed her face. "Really?"

"Yeah," Isaac replied.

"I think I've been tired recently," she explained, pursing her lips and pushing him out of the kitchen. "Now, go already."

"Irene," Erin called out to her just then—she had yet to go back to her room.

Irene thought that Erin was unsure which room she was staying in, so Irene pointed it out for Erin. "The one to the right—over there."

"I know. I'm just not sure why you guys are still up. It's almost 2 AM now."

"I was cleaning the kitchen," Irene replied.

"You were? Where's Mrs. Watson?"

"At the hospital," Irene replied simply.

"Oh! I would have come back sooner if I knew," Erin said.

"I'm fine on my own," Irene replied. "I'm going to bed now. You should too."

Erin nodded.

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As she stepped out of the shower, Irene saw the glass of cranberry juice on top of the bedside drawer.

Walking up to the bed, her eyes were fixed on the man lying on it as she asked, "You made that?"

"Yeah," Isaac replied. "Drink it while it's warm."

Irene sat on the bed and picked up the glass, but kept it in her hand as she asked, "Isaac, do you find it unfortunate that you can't have a daughter?"

"I have two sons already," Isaac said as he looked up. "Why would you ask that?"

Irene simply chugged the cranberry juice and got into bed, wrapping her arms tightly around him.