The Runaway Groom

Chapter 415

A gentle push, and the door was open… But there was nothing inside.

Irene frowned. “Could this be a prank?”

Isaac said nothing, but he had a hunch–it was probably not a prank, but since Irene did not fall for their trap, the people behind cleaned things up thoroughly and left no trace behind.

“Let’s go back,” she said.

It was not their wedding, and running off like this was impolite.

“Yeah,” Isaac agreed.

While they stood waiting for the elevator, Irene leaned against him, but just as she was going to hold his hand, the elevator arrived with a jingle.

As the doors opened, Irene quietly pulled away, but Isaac took her hand, catching her by surprise.

In the instant their skin touched, her heart began to pound.

She had no idea why–especially after they had shared their bed for a while now.

Nonetheless, she followed Isaac into the elevator, with the doors soon closing behind him. As she pressed the button to the first floor, the doors closed, confining them within.

at his face and neck,

the most handsome man she

rejoicing

thought, and inadvertently glanced

right then–the doors were made of stainless

saw her ogling him, did

was so

hung her head, wanting a place to hide

head buried like an ostrich and smiled so faintly one would never notice if they were not looking

to the wedding hall, and Zachary came to them

babyish face, and had changed into a red gown encrusted in various gems, which glittered under the chandeliers overhead. She also had a corset that accentuated her figure, but she did not appear encumbered despite the weight

the gown

wore it did, and she certainly drew stares as she moved along, holding Zachary’s arm as she

toasts with their elders, Zachary

Irene, and among his

1/2

every reason to go

drink to congratulate me,” Zachary said as he

mother, Isaac Jefferson–he expressly returned from