The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 892

Irene pretended to think about it. "We'll see. I can consider becoming a housewife if you're nicer to me."

Isaac was at once amused and annoyed. "Have I mistreated you?"

"That remains to be seen," Irene replied.

Isaac smiled helplessly and pulled her toward him. "Don't upset me now."

Irene nodded repeatedly as she leaned against him. "I'll be good."

Elliot was outside the restaurant as they pulled into parking, and greeted them as they alighted. "Everything's as arranged, Mr. Jefferson. They are waiting in a private room."

Isaac nodded slightly. "Got it."

He entered with Irene, but Irene asked as Elliot lingered outside, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I'll eat later," Elliot replied.

He stayed because he was anticipating more orders from Isaac after dinner.

After all, he brought Sheryl and Isaac's children there, so he was wondering if he had to drive them home as well—he was considerate that way.

Irene then turned to Isaac, asking with a look if Elliot could join them.

Smiling as he gave her his silent approval, she told Elliot, "Come join us. Eat a little, at least."

"Well…"

Elliot sneaked a glance at Isaac's reaction—it was a family dinner, and an outsider should not join in, should he?

"My wife has spoken," Isaac said. "Join us."

"Yes, Mr. Jefferson," Elliot said, leading them to their private room before informing the kitchen to start cooking—he had already placed the orders.

Naturally, he also put the children into consideration as well.

Thankfully, Isaac was never picky during dinners with business partners, so he was not hard to please. As such, Elliot picked this restaurant since the menu was not too specialized.

He also picked some dishes that Isaac's family would probably like.

In fact, the yogurt pudding served to Tommy immediately earned the boy's favor.

As Tommy asked for seconds, Elliot quickly brought in the waiter.

Then, Irene was going to take her baby off Sheryl's hands, he beat her to it so Sheryl could eat.

Nonetheless, Irene took her baby off Elliot's hands, saying, "You eat."

Elliot felt a little awkward. "I think I should do it, Mrs. Jefferson. You should eat first."

"No, you should. You've had a long day helping Isaac around the office already—my baby also gets more attached to faces he recognizes during nighttime and he might start crying."

Elliot was naturally worried about the baby crying too.

Like your average grown man, he did not know how to coax babies to sleep, and had zero experience in babysitting.