Chapter 649

Irene asked, "Did I upset you, Isaac?" She was certainly mystified. What was he getting upset about out of the blue? Meanwhile, Isaac had returned to bed and pulled his blanket over himself. Irene raised a brow when she saw that after she was done washing up. Did he get up on the wrong side of the bed, or develop some sort of mental disorder? "Aren't you going to have breakfast?" Isaac pulled the blanket over himself, ignoring her! His childlike behavior amused her, but she said, "I have to go—I'm meeting someone today, and I'm leaving soon after breakfast." Isaac sat up right then, glaring straight at her. "Who are you meeting?" "A plastic surgeon for my scars," Irene replied. "Fine. Go," Isaac said, clearly heaving a sigh in relief before lying down again. He did not sleep last night at all, and certainly needed the sleep now. Irene walked up to the bed and pulled his blanket over his shoulders. "Sweet dreams." As she turned and headed downstairs, however, Isaac suddenly