Chapter 646

Isaac remained unaffected—even as calm as a pond. His angular fingers curled up, hooking Irene's hair, and twirled repeatedly. "What do you think we should name our youngest?" Irene turned to look at him, not sure what he was thinking just then and unable to even guess it. He grinned. "What's that look for? Well, I do look good." Irene did not continue about Henry just then, since it appeared that Isaac really did not want to talk about him. Making a straight face, she said, "No, you don't. In fact, you're hideous." Isaac pulled her into his arms right then, holding her chin in place to make her look at him. "Speak from your conscience." "I am," Irene replied with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Isaac leaned closer then. "Fine. Tell me, what makes me ugly?" She held Isaac's gaze just then, her pupils darting everywhere and glinting luminously. Everything from his chiseled face, to his dark eyes and sharp nose, all made him attractive. "Your face, your eyes…" She tried to