Chapter 170

Irene entered and greeted him. "Mr. Jefferson." Isaac glowered at that title, but Irene was not in the mood to fawn over him, let alone notice his expression. "Are you free tonight?" she asked stiffly. Isaac leaned against his chair and asked flatly, "Why?" "I've booked a room at Hotel Langdon," she said, her hands clenching and relaxing repeatedly before she could finally calm down and speak. "It's the penthouse—" "Wait." Isaac cut her short before she could finish. "What was that again?" His aloofness was feigned—he could barely hold back his excitement. How could he not be pleased with an invitation from Irene, after all? It was his ego that stopped him from expressing it. "So, are you busy tonight?" Irene asked. "No," he replied so quickly that it betrayed his mood. Irene wanted so much for him to say yes. But she was even more afraid that he would. What if harm came to Tommy if he did not play along? She was at once conflicted and hurting. "I will wait for you th