The Runaway Groom

Chapter 485

Chapter 485

Perhaps Erin was really drunk—or just trying to vent the grief from learning of her true roots—but she was not backing down at all.

James was panting as she clung on to him, but he was still rational, and thus hesitant to take things to the next level.

His eyes a little red, he growled, "Do you consent?"

He had already torn open her blouse.

Even so, Erin was still latched to him.

There was no telling if she heard him or if she was just sick from all the alcohol, but she pressed her face against his chest and moaned, "Uh-hmm..."

Her response was no different from throwing oil to fire.

Unable to stop himself, James pinned her beneath himself...

An hour later, James got dressed and strode outside—there was just ten minutes until his flight, and he was late although he drove at top speed to the airport.

Isaac was already waiting when he hurried into the plane and almost lost his patience.

"I was held up..."

James tried to explain.

Still, as Isaac looked up, he saw that James's collar was wrinkled and wide open, and the hickey on his neck was as clear as it was fresh.

enough would know how that happened, and Isaac calmly

"When did it start?"

"Eh?"

James blinked.

start? He then seemed to understand and

"...It's not like that."

was surprised.He would not be messing around

that it was no

it just amounted to a

Isaac said nothing

home, he found Tommy playing in the

the furniture there had been covered in soft latex so that the baby would

the carpet, playing with a toy dog

doorway when he heard his

as he walked toward Tommy, and he called out

the toy still in his hand, but quickly threw it away when he saw

"Pah- pah..."

walking steadily now and did not need assistance, and his vocabulary had increased as well,

grinned, baring a row of little white

"welcome home,"

in the living room, having heard him

bath ready

"Okay," Isaac said.

"Has Tommy been good?"

Sheryl lowered her gaze.

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