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?

rest and prefer a pretty face. You must hate how I look right now, and you're finally admitting

Isaac frowned.

she getting annoyed? He was

his arms

"Are you upset?"

was scowling and

show

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

was amused despite herself. "You're so

bugging her anyway. "I really don't

get it,” Irene growled, but

I'll prove it to you," he whispered, and reached underneath

immediately. "Fine, I get it,

does it tickle? I'll scratch it

her clothes loose from her

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

speechless, her cheeks flushing from

her hands against his muscular chest and asked, "Have you had

freed his

something for you. What

"Anything goes.”

go take a shower,” she

new mansion was especially

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

paella, throwing in shrimps and other bits of seafood, while also boiling a small