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?

pretty face. You must hate how I look right now, and

Isaac frowned.

annoyed? He

his arms around

"Are you upset?"

was scowling and

show you if

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

despite herself.

bugging her anyway.

but her irritation had already faded just

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

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

it tickle? I'll scratch

in bed, her clothes loose from her tussle and

pressed

speechless, her cheeks flushing from his

hands against his muscular chest and asked, "Have

his

you. What do

"Anything goes.”

a shower,” she said, and

new mansion was especially

was no one in the living room since Sheryl and Mrs. Watson were

paella, throwing in shrimps and other bits