Chapter 1166

Rearing her head, Irene's palm-sized cheeks lit up with a hint of mischief. "Don't you like it?" Isaac caressed her cheek. "I do, but I don't like others watching it." Irene giggled as she wrapped a hand around his arm. "Talk about toxic masculinity." "No, I simply love and treasure you that much," Isaac argued. - They headed to a seedy nightclub, and Irene stiffened since she never visited such places. "Calm down," Isaac told her. "I'm here." Irene leaned into him in turn. "Why would I be afraid? It's not the wolf's den." Isaac smiled lovingly, and they found a booth seat at the corner, ordering two cocktails. Men and women were brushing against each other in the dance floor ahead, dancing maniacally amidst the deafening music. It seemed to help them forget the mundaneness of life or monetary issues, allowing them to go as wild as they wanted. Such might be the charm and pleasure of a night life—a place to forget life's conundrums and to lose oneself. However, while those w