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?

the rest and prefer a pretty face. You must hate

Isaac frowned.

was she getting annoyed? He

his arms

"Are you upset?"

scowling and struggled.

Let me show you if

he kissed her and said, "Maybe I should get myself

amused despite herself.

anyway. "I really don't

growled, but her irritation

I'll prove it to you," he whispered,

in immediately. "Fine, I get it,

does it tickle? I'll scratch it

her clothes loose from her

raised her hand and pressed it

speechless, her cheeks flushing from his

kept escalating, Irene put her hands against his muscular chest and asked, "Have you had dinner

his collar,

cook something for you. What do

"Anything goes.”

shower,” she said, and slithered out from

mansion was especially

living room since Sheryl and Mrs. Watson were playing with the children in

shrimps and other bits of seafood, while also boiling a small pot