Chapter 201

"Don't call me that. Say my name," Isaac demanded. "I would never—" Before Irene could refuse, he had jammed his lips on hers, stopping her from talking. However, she clenched her jaw to stop his tongue from advancing! As Isaac pulled away, he found her glaring at him stubbornly. "Are you really not letting me kiss you?" He chuckled coolly. "Who would you rather kiss, then? Harvey Gooding?" Irene stiffened her neck, and lied outright despite thinking otherwise. "Yes." Isaac glowered horribly right then, and snorted coldly, "Don't even think about it!" He started to lean forward again, and Irene fought back in turn—but this time, he bit firmly down on her lips, and Irene winced in pain. "Oof—" Embarrassed, she suddenly pretended to be receptive. Isaac was surprised as she took the initiative, but before he could revel in that sensation, Irene was biting his lip at the next instant, and her teeth closed a lot harder on his lips than when she did it to him. Isaac, however, di