Chapter 62

If Isaac was not concerned about her injuries, he might be strangling Irene again. Was marrying him such a terrible grievance? On the other hand, Irene pretended not to hear him, but her twitching eyelashes were a clear sign that she was not asleep. Closing his eyes and taking a moment to let his frustration ease, Isaac reached out to caress her face, and Irene promptly jerked and turned toward him. Isaac chuckled. "Done pretending already?" "Pretending for what? I just fell asleep," she said, stretching deliberately while asking languidly, "What are you doing here?" "It's only natural for me to visit my wife, no?" he said, his smile still on his face. "Has Mrs. Watson been attending to you?" Irene nodded—Mrs. Watson had been caring for Irene so well that she was the reason Irene had recovered this quickly. "When are you getting discharged?" Isaac asked then. Irene, however, would rather live at the hospital than stay under the same roof with him at the mansion. "It's still to