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?

a pretty face. You must

Isaac frowned.

annoyed?

his

"Are you upset?"

scowling and struggled. "Let me

show you if I

should get myself disfigured too? That would make us a

amused despite herself.

anyway. "I

but her irritation had

to you," he whispered, and

"Fine, I get it,

does it tickle? I'll scratch

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

her hand and pressed it over his chest. “It's all you in

cheeks flushing from his sudden declaration of

his muscular chest and asked, "Have you had

freed his collar,

for you. What

"Anything goes.”

then go take a shower,” she

mansion

living room since Sheryl and Mrs. Watson were playing with

other