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?

and prefer a pretty face. You must hate how I look right

Isaac frowned.

getting annoyed? He was just

wrapped his arms around

"Are you upset?"

scowling and struggled. "Let me

show

should get myself

was amused despite herself. "You're so

kept bugging her anyway.

Irene growled, but her irritation had already

I'll prove it to you," he

"Fine, I get it,

tickle? I'll

in bed, her

hand and pressed it over

speechless, her cheeks flushing from

things kept escalating, Irene put her hands against his

freed his collar,

for you. What do

"Anything goes.”

she said,

new mansion

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

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