Chapter 781

Isaac pursed his lips. "What? Why would you ask that?" Irene released him then and straightened herself, looking serious as she voiced her hunch. "Nothing good ever comes out of your lips." Isaac smiled despite his irritation—what did she really take him for? Had he really never said anything nice?! "That's slander." Irene snorted. "Fine, then tell me: what makes me a good wife?" Isaac replied solemnly. "You're a domestic goddess." "Why does that sound ironic in my ears?" Irene leered at him, but she did not press the issue. "Whatever. I'll believe you for now." They returned home later, and Mrs. Watson was taking care of housework while Sheryl was caring for the children. Irene thought then that although she was a wife, she really had not done much for her family, and so decided to cook. She should at least do that once in a while! Still, when they sat down for dinner and Tommy had a bite from Irene's boiled egg, he pouted. "Mrs. Watson's looks better." Irene had a taste an