Chapter 111

Isaac did not move. Irene blinked. "You want to eat mine?" Before he could say a word, she continued, "I drank from the soup. My spit is in it." "I don't mind," Isaac replied. Irene was left speechless, her jaw almost dropping right then! Was this really the Isaac she knew? When did he become so carefree? Nonetheless, she clutched at the bowl, as if worried he would take it—but that was not the case, since she was just embarrassed to give it to him. They were not intimate enough to drink from the same bowl! "Are you blushing?" Isaac chuckled. Getting embarrassed so easily? She was just so innocent. Irene touched her own cheek, but retorted, "I'm not. Don't lie." Isaac did not want to argue, and simply said tenderly, "Of course. If you say so." Irene felt herself tensing up and evaded his gaze right then. She herself had no idea what she was being embarrassed about, but Isaac's words were just ambiguous! Isaac stopped teasing her just then, and he had a simple lunch bec