The Runaway Groom

Chapter 640

Isaac was standing by the door, having a clear view of what Irene was doing.

As he strode in, Irene asked, "Have you had dinner yet?”

Isaac said nothing, instead walking up to her and putting a hand on her scarred face.

Irene watched him and joked, ‘If I married you like this, won't people say that you married ugly?”

"No one would have the balls to say that,” Isaac replied, gently caressing her cheek.

‘They might, behind your back,” Irene said, taking his hand off. "Take your shower. I'm checking on the children downstairs."

Isaac caught her by the wrist. "We have people doing that. You, on the other hand, are getting weird."

"Mom was suggesting that I get plastic surgery," Irene said. "She told me that this doesn't look good."

Isaac smiled. ‘It doesn't."

Irene glared at him right then. "I thought you said you didn't mind.”

Isaac kept smiling. “I don't!"

"So why doesn't this look good?"

Perhaps he did not like how she looked now and was just lying that he did not mind?

above the rest and prefer a pretty face. You

Isaac frowned.

getting annoyed? He was

wrapped his arms

"Are you upset?"

scowling and struggled.

Let me show you if

her and said, "Maybe I should get myself disfigured too? That would make us

was amused despite herself. "You're so

bugging her anyway. "I really don't

it,” Irene growled, but

it to you," he whispered, and reached underneath

in immediately. "Fine, I get it, stop-it

I'll scratch

around, they ended up in bed, her clothes loose from her tussle

Isaac then raised her hand and pressed it over his chest. “It's all you

cheeks flushing from his sudden declaration

Irene put her hands against his muscular chest and asked,

his collar, saying,

something for you. What

"Anything goes.”

a shower,” she said, and

mansion

no one in the living room since Sheryl and Mrs. Watson were playing with the children in their

shrimps and other bits of