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?

not actually above the rest and prefer a pretty face. You must hate

Isaac frowned.

annoyed? He

his

"Are you upset?"

was scowling and

me show you if

kissed her and said, "Maybe I should

was amused despite herself.

anyway. "I really don't

get it,” Irene growled, but her irritation had

prove it to you," he whispered, and reached underneath

in immediately. "Fine, I get

does it tickle? I'll scratch

they ended up in bed, her clothes loose from her tussle and her hair a

and pressed it

speechless, her cheeks flushing from his sudden declaration of

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

freed his collar,

something for you. What do you

"Anything goes.”

she said,

mansion

Sheryl and Mrs. Watson were

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