Chapter 173

With those words, Issac got out of the car, slamming the door with a loud bang. Irene flinched. "Isaac?" That night… It was him? She dragged her sore body out of the car and tried to give chase, only to realize suddenly that she was buck naked. Pulling a shirt to hide her chest, she yelled, "Get back here, Isaac Jefferson!" There was only darkness in the underground parking lot, and the echoes of her own voice were her answer. The hazard lights were flashing, but he was nowhere to be seen. He was gone. Irene laughed, and soon tears covered her face. She was no slut—she had only been with one man, and it was Isaac! She suddenly had a slight desire for him… to be with him! She sniffled loudly, and ignored her pain as she picked up her own clothes. She had decided that she would go to Henry, and tell him that Tommy was no bastard, but was Isaac's son! After putting on her clothes, her knees suddenly caved and she almost slipped, but managed to catch the car door in time