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.

his face and neck, which combined

the most handsome man

not be rejoicing that

the thought, and inadvertently glanced at

doors were made of stainless steel, and clearly

saw her ogling him, did

was

a place

smiled so faintly one would never notice if they were

returned to the wedding hall,

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 of the gown,

mischievous–even lively–outlook of the gown

the dress and the way she wore it did, and she certainly drew stares as she moved along,

drinking a few toasts with their elders, Zachary brought Ember along and made a

Irene, and among

1/2

to go to

both my best friends. You have to drink to congratulate me,” Zachary said as he poured a drink for Isaac, while Ember handed the

Jefferson–he expressly returned from abroad