Chapter 62

If Isaac was not concerned about her injuries, he might be strangling Irene again. Was marrying him such a terrible grievance? On the other hand, Irene pretended not to hear him, but her twitching eyelashes were a clear sign that she was not asleep.

Closing his eyes and taking a moment to let his frustration ease, Isaac reached out to caress her face, and Irene promptly jerked and turned toward him.

Isaac chuckled. “Done pretending already?” “Pretending for what? I just fell asleep,” she said, stretching deliberately while asking languidly, “What are you doing here?” “It’s only natural for me to visit my wife, no?” he said, his smile still on his face. “Has Mrs. Watson been attending to you?”

Irene nodded–Mrs. Watson had been caring for Irene so well that she was the reason Irene had recovered this quickly.

“When are you getting discharged?” Isaac asked then.

Irene, however, would rather live at the hospital than stay under the same roof with him at the mansion. “It’s still too early to say.”

Nonetheless, Isaac saw through her, but did not expose her immediately. “How long did you think you could hide from me?”

“I have no idea what you’re

Take your time to rest,” Isaac said

and took sips

he could not do a thing while she was

the price.” Irene

a few days’ worth of leave, because what

her best

managed to gather hersell, only to arrive

 

he was already striding toward the patients’ wards. She hence followed him, only to find out that Irene was admitted there, and that he was here to

that she was the woman from

did she have

effort. It was only natural that she felt indignant, jealous, and furious! What would it take for Isaac to hate Irene, and to divorce her? Perhaps he had to see Irene hooking up with other men, so that

against her will, she would succeed again and make Isaac hate her. But now that they were total enemies, the methods

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