Chapter 370

Irene thought that even if she had yet to actually sober up, Isaac would stir enough fear in her to make her sober. Giving him a meek look, she asked again, "When did you get back?" From Isaac's perspective, the repeated question was a sign that she was not sober. "We'll talk when we get home," he said flatly. Irene was left speechless—he was still angry with her! Firmly rubbing her cheeks, she began, "Actually—" "Talk when you're sober." He cut her short, leaving her at a loss for words again. Well, that suited her just fine since she was sick anyway. Although she was now thinking straight, her stomach was uncomfortable. She leaned against her seat as the car drove on steadily, and since her eyes were heavy, she slowly closed her eyes. Isaac studied her from head to toe just then, and scowled when he saw that her clothes were wrinkled and she was not wearing shoes. Still, she looked exhausted, and he refrained from snapping at her. There were not many cars on the road,