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

Isaac frowned.

getting annoyed? He was

his

"Are you upset?"

was scowling and struggled. "Let

Let me show you

to her, he kissed her and said, "Maybe I should get myself disfigured too? That

was amused despite herself.

her anyway. "I really don't

but her irritation had

prove it to you,"

"Fine,

I'll

in bed, her clothes loose from her

hand and pressed it

her cheeks flushing from his

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

his collar, saying,

you. What do you

"Anything goes.”

she said, and slithered

mansion was

room since Sheryl and Mrs.

to the kitchen and cooked paella, throwing in shrimps and other bits of seafood, while