NovelEnglishChapter 242
Isaac smiled. "You’re very rich."
Sheryl Harris was sitting at the dining table, smiling as she watched the two—she was pleased that her
daughter found her happiness, and that Tommy now has a family.
"Come sit already," she urged—it wouldn’t do if the food got cold.
Meanwhile, Isaac told Stan across the phone, "Contact me right away if you find anything unusual
about Ricky."
He hung up once Stan confirmed his orders, and headed to the dining table with Irene.
Tommy was asleep, so they didn’t have to mind him.
Sheryl was eagerly pushing food and soup to Isaac—she appeared happier with him the more they
interacted.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I'm not sure what you like, so I cooked a little something. Don't hold back."
Isaac wasn’t uneasy—the mood around the dining table actually suited him.
It had been a long while since he felt at home.
"Once Irene and I registered our marriage, please pick a date for us. I wish to give her a wedding," he
said, offering Sheryl assurance while acknowledging and confirming his relationship with Irene.
Sheryl didn’t expect him to mention that. Both of them were reluctant to get married before. Now that
they were together, they should tie the knot.
Smiling and nodding, Sheryl said, "Of course. I will definitely pick a fine date for you."
"Thankyou," Isaac said.
"We're family now—there's no need to be so polite." Sheryl was certainly happy Isaac was being so
thoughtful. It was obvious that he cared about Irene.
Even if things did not start ideally for them, the outcome was perfect: a child, a family of three.
Sheryl found herself smiling blissfully.
After dinner, Isaac asked, "Can I stay?"
Irene beat Sheryl to it. "No—we’re getting registered and we’ll have a proper wedding. I’ll take Tommy
back to your mansion once all that's done."
In truth, her quick refusal was actually out of embarrassment— letting Isaac stay while her mother was
here?
Sheryl rose to her feet and picked up the dishes before heading to the kitchen. "It's your business, so
decide on your own. I won't meddle."
Irene pulled Isaac along, saying, "Come. I'll walk you out."
Isaac frowned. "You're afraid that I'd stay?"
Irene averted his eyes. "Your grandfather filled out our divorce papers. We aren't actually married right
now."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Excuses." Isaac gathered her in his arms. He knew that she was feeling shy, but refrained from
exposing her. "Let's have a stroll together, shall we?"
"Okay." Irene nodded.
There weren’t many scenic spots nearby, so they drove to a nearby lake.
As they alighted from the car, Irene linked arms with Isaac and they walked over the cobblestone path
near the lake. The vegetation there was lush, and there was a cool breeze blowing at them from time to
time despite the scorching climate.
Irene leaned her face against his arm. "I love this feeling."
To stroll along a small, quiet path with the man she loved.
Isaac grinned, and patted her on the head.
As they strolled along, Irene saw a familiar figure looking left and right, as if worried someone would
catch him.
Why was he here?
By the time Ireen let go of Isaac and walked towards the person, he had already got in a car.
"What are you looking at?" Isaac asked.
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