The Runaway Groom

Chapter 750

Erin Gooding poked her head into the door, and sensing that she had been intruding, she apologized.

"Sorry.I was looking for..."

She turned toward Irene, who caught the look and glanced at the time.

"Ten minutes," she said.

Erin nodded in response and closed the door, standing outside as she waited.

Soon, people filed out of the meeting room, with Irene the last to exit, carrying stacks of papers in her arms.

"Is something up?" Irene asked.

Erin nodded, so she said, "Let me return these to my office first."

Erin waited once more as she did, and once Irene stepped out this time, she came up to Irene with a smile.

"James called me, telling me to pick the date.I think I should return to Minerva to tell my father too."

"As you should."

Irene agreed—getting married was a big deal, and Erin should tell her father about it.

"Your work is really busy, huh? You must not have had dinner since that meeting lasted for a while, right? It's my treat."

Though Irene was going to head home, she agreed to it since she did not want to disappoint Erin.

"Sure!"

place that has sweetened lamb

"You liked

it's a boy, while spicy food means it's a girl...Does that mean my

say that!" Irene

smiled—she was

she wanted was

"If I had a daughter, does that mean we can have her betrothed

glanced at her

"Aren't you their aunt?"

related by blood at

was hoping my sons had an aunt," Irene said, though she was mainly being thoughtful about Isaac, since he had no other

was a good person, and having her as

an aunt also made it more

pamper my daughter...Actually, you

can just have a son after

I had a

locking arms with her

"You're young!"

first being that her body would not allow it, and the second being her wish to live up to

the lingering trauma from the mess with Harvey

subject, she asked, "Where's

opposite

"It's just right there—"

halt in front of them, and

then and shielded Erin behind herself since Erin was

them right then, she said, "Who

you is Irene Spencer?" the man in the lead asked—he was lanky,