The Runaway Groom

Chapter 307

They were married, and it was reasonable that they gave each other their blessings, instead of having one of them make sacrifices.

Irene then mischievously fiddled with his collar.

Isaac was speechless for a moment before he caught her hand. “I thought you’re reluctant since the sun. is still up.”

Irene rolled her eyes. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m checking your injuries.”

He had such a dirty mind!

However, he could not restrain himself since she took the lead and took off his shirt-he was an ordinary. healthy man and certainly not impotent.

Meanwhile, Greg was boozing at an exclusive nightclub.

It had been days since he saw Quincy, since she was busy with work at Light Group with their son lan, and had no time to care about anything else.

Feeling neglected, he came here to drink his sorrows away.

His eyes seemed to glaze over after a few glasses of whiskey, and he smacked several hundred dollar notes on the bar before wobbling up to his feet.

someone came running straight into him at the

and was going to curse at whichever blind fool it was who came crashing into him… only

even as he held her, and looked up at him with innocent eyes, sobbing miserably, “Please, help me…

asked even as he quietly sneaked his arms around her-Kathy’s vulnerable look had

aging was inevitable and much of her skin had

the touch… and Greg. could feel his

and pointed behind her, where several thuggish men were pointing at Kathy. “You’d better pay

debt, Greg asked, “How much does she owe

one of them

to chase her around for that much? You boys embarrass your fellow men,” Greg growled, whipping out his checkbook and writing the amount. “Here. Take this and

after they got the check-they were just paid actors anyway, pretending to be loan

to do, they naturally would not

to take me to the red light district. and my life would have been ruined… I’ll definitely pay you back when

spare

I must make it up to you,” Kathy said coquettishly. “You saved me. It’s

chuckling since he

he asked, “Well, how will

“…”