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?

above the rest and prefer a pretty face. You must hate how I look right now,

Isaac frowned.

getting annoyed?

his

"Are you upset?"

was scowling and struggled. "Let

show you if I

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

despite herself. "You're

anyway. "I really don't

it,” Irene growled, but her irritation had already

prove it to you," he

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

does it tickle? I'll scratch

in bed, her clothes loose from her tussle and her hair

and pressed it over his chest. “It's

was speechless, her cheeks flushing from his sudden declaration of

her hands against his muscular

his

for you. What

"Anything goes.”

take a shower,” she said, and

new mansion

and Mrs. Watson were playing with

other