Chapter 392

"Come closer, and I'll tell you." Irene hesitated for a moment, but walked up to Isaac anyway, only for him to reach out and pull her toward himself, firmly holding her in his arms. Irene's hands pushed against his chest to keep them apart. Blushing, she whispered, "W-What are you doing?" "Just telling you why I was laughing." He then leaned down to breathe flirtily into her ear, "My wit passed into you when we did it, don't you think?" Irene flushed. How shameless could he be?! She shot him a glare in embarrassment. "You're so… vulgar!" Isaac chuckled. "Vulgar? Who cares, when I'm with you? We certainly wouldn't have had Tommy if we cared." Irene was left speechless—where did his usual noble loftiness go? He was just a common scoundrel now! Worried that he would keep going, she said, "Anyway, we should get an expert soon." "Yeah. I'll go make a call." Isaac just wanted a moment of respite with her to ease his mind anyway, since flirting with Irene relaxed him. However,