Chapter 784

While Isaac walked over to her, Pierre was going to pull out a chair when Irene smiled. "I'm fine on my own here. You can go about your other work." Taking his cue, Pierre kept his head lowered as he left, while Irene pulled out a chair for Isaac. As he sat down, she stood behind him and said, "Try it. I made it, and you know I rarely cook." "Indeed." She would always be in a hurry to get to work in the mornings, so it was Mrs. Watson who prepared breakfast, and they would be out of the house once they finished breakfast. Isaac naturally humored her and had the eggs first. It was just plain scrambled eggs and hardly as good as Mrs. Watson's cooking, but he found it exquisite. Wrapping her arms around his neck from behind, Irene asked mildly, "Is it good?" "Yeah," Isaac replied. "You have to eat breakfast no matter how busy it gets, or it'd be bad for your stomach," Irene told him. Isaac turned and put his hand on hers. "Got it." "You should leave if you're finished. Don't