Chapter 780

Irene forgot how to react right then as she spaced out, allowing Isaac to kiss her as much as he wanted. Irene slowly softened, her temper calming. After a long while, Isaac released her, and her lips were bright red like peaches that were just soaked in water. She lowered her gaze. "What time will you leave work?" "Maybe later. I have a meeting at six," he said. Irene checked her wristwatch—it was almost six. "I'll wait." "Okay," Isaac said. Irene then settled herself on the couch and started reading a book she picked randomly. Isaac picked up his coffee and sat beside her. "Let's salvage your image on another occasion." Irene hated the mere mention of that. "Fine," she said, seemingly resigning herself since it was pointless now. "Though they'd think less of you since I left a bad impression, believing that you have poor taste, picking a woman who only thinks about getting frisky. I'm no domestic goddess anyway, so they can say whatever they like." "That's the spirit." Is