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 you're finally admitting to

Isaac frowned.

she getting annoyed? He was

his

"Are you upset?"

was scowling and struggled. "Let me

me show

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

despite herself. "You're so

kept bugging her anyway. "I

I get it,” Irene growled, but

to you," he whispered, and reached

gave in immediately. "Fine, I get

does it tickle? I'll

bed, her clothes

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

flushing

his muscular

freed his collar, saying,

you.

"Anything goes.”

a shower,” she said,

new mansion was especially

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

shrimps and other bits of seafood,