Irene soon met Isaac's eyes and guiltily averted hers.
Did she say something while she was drunk last night? Did he catch on to something?
Why else would he sound a little… threatening?
She searched her memory, but did not think that she had done anything to upset him!
Whatever the case may be, it was time to play nice.
Smiling, she said, "Alright, I'll come with you."
Isaac's gaze was impassive. "Come!"
He left the mansion first, while Irene followed.
In the car, she leaned against him and asked softly, "Did I upset you while I was drunk yesterday?"
"Nope," Isaac replied.
Irene heaved a sigh of relief—she actually thought she somehow did that!
"Then why are you taking me to your office? I don't know anything about your work, let alone help—"
"Just stick with me," Isaac said, and suddenly leaned in to growl into her ear, "Don't you know how much you harassed me last night?"
Irene's eyes widened.
She did that?
How?
"You're lying. Why would I harass you?"
"You kept seducing me, knowing I won't lay a finger on you when you're filthy. I couldn't sleep the entire night, so it's a punishment—you're coming to my office."
Irene was speechless. "Oh! Is that it?"
"What did you think it was, then?" Isaac asked, leveling her a dark look.
Irene quickly shook her head. "Nothing."
"Really? Then why do I have this feeling that you're hiding something from me?" Isaac asked.
Irene shook her head vehemently, like a dog shaking its wet fur. "Why would I lie to you? There's nothing I can hide from you either!"
Isaac said nothing to that.
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