The Runaway Groom

Chapter 470

The thought that Isaac was going to get buck naked in front of a woman so hideous she almost made him throw up left James's lips twitching.

What an image it was!

He stepped out of the room right then, patting his chest and counting his blessing that he was not the one suffering from insomnia.

With a woman like that, his insomnia would probably get worse... No, he would probably get nightmares instead!

How fortunate he was to be blessed with good health!

Meanwhile, Isaac was staring at the woman of marvelous ugliness as she stood at the bathroom door. ‘Are you going to watch me undress?"

“Gender is no issue for doctors," Irene replied calmly. Isaac raised a brow.

Whether he had given up or something else, he actually began to unbutton his shirt!

Soon, his beautiful collarbone came to view, followed by his chiseled chest.

Irene was the first to blink and she was complaining inwardly if he was a little insane, being able to stay calm even with a woman as ugly as her...

On the other hand, Isaac smirked with contempt. “Is that all it takes to make you blink?"

Casually throwing his shirt aside and unbuckling his belt, he started toward the bathroom.

Irene actually kept her back to him, afraid to even peek in his direction." Now get in the bathtub and soak in there for half an hour."

and steamy, and Isaac slowly

relax. Don't think,” Irene said while standing by the

he suffered insomnia at all was because he would remember Irene each instant he

mind like a splinter, eating away at his thoughts

hour, Isaac had cleaned himself

up from the couch, Irene told

even as he kept his back to her, he

for words-he was still so despicable, constantly throwing

"Please have faith

Irene walked up and said, “Please lie as close to the edge

a pillow and placed it over the edge of the

"...You could have told me

“Guess it

stayed still instead, even closing his eyes-giving her a

don't shift over here, I would have to get on top

and then narrowed at her.

baring her mouth full of

Isaac was left speechless.

move over here,” she

his fists to restrain himself from chasing

moved over to

so, but only because he really did not want to

hands over his temples, gradually pressing on it and shifting upward over his scalp and through his hair. She found his vein nodes with pinpoint precision, and