Chapter 873

Isaac looked up. Slowly closing his magazine, he told Erin, "It's late. You should go to bed!" With that, he headed to the kitchen, where Irene was still sorting the plates into the drawer. "You're not done yet?" he asked. "I am now," she replied, sorting the last stack into the drawer and stretching her arms—her back was actually starting to get sore. Isaac walked up behind her. "Good work," he said, putting his arms around her waist. "I'll give you a massage." It felt ticklish to Irene instead, and she smiled as she pushed him away. "Buzz off. You don't have to." "Buzz off to where?" Isaac asked. Irene was too tired to fool around with him. "I'm sleepy." "Let's go to bed then," Isaac said, giving her a peck on the lips. "You look pale." Irene's heart seemed to clench, but she feigned calmness as she rubbed her face. "Really?" "Yeah," Isaac replied. "I think I've been tired recently," she explained, pursing her lips and pushing him out of the kitchen. "Now, go already." "