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.

came running straight into

mood, and was going to curse at whichever blind fool it was who came crashing into him… only to find a delicate, beautiful maiden in his

at him with innocent eyes, sobbing miserably,

he quietly sneaked his arms around her-Kathy’s vulnerable look had instantly left his masculine

but aging was inevitable and much of her skin had

her skin tender to the touch… and Greg. could feel his juices flowing as he smelled her sweet scent

behind her, where several thuggish men were pointing at Kathy. “You’d better pay up, or it’s the brothel for

debt, Greg asked, “How much does she owe

grand,” one

chase her around for that much? You boys embarrass your fellow men,” Greg growled, whipping out his checkbook and writing the

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

done what they carne to do, they naturally

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

just spare change.

I must make it up to you,” Kathy said

help chuckling since

asked, “Well, how will you do

“…”