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?

actually above the rest and prefer a pretty face. You must hate how I

Isaac frowned.

she getting annoyed? He

wrapped his

"Are you upset?"

scowling and

Let me show you

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

was amused despite herself. "You're

bugging her anyway.

growled, but her irritation had

it to you," he whispered, and reached underneath

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

I'll

her clothes loose from her

and pressed it over

was speechless, her cheeks flushing from

Irene put her hands against his muscular

his collar, saying,

cook something for you. What do you

"Anything goes.”

a shower,” she said, and

new mansion was

room since Sheryl and

and other bits of seafood, while