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!"

has sweetened lamb racks,

"You

I'm worried.They say that craving sour food means it's a boy, while spicy food means it's a girl...Does

that!"

smiled—she was just joking

she wanted was a healthy, adorable

does that mean we can

at

"Aren't you their aunt?"

not related by blood at

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

person, and having her as a

sons having an aunt also

aunt to your children.Your sons can pamper my daughter...Actually, you should have more sons, so she would be pampered

have a

had

can," Erin said, locking arms with

"You're young!"

three reasons not to do it, with the first being that her body would not allow it, and the second

there was still the lingering trauma from the

the subject, she asked, "Where's the restaurant?

opposite the

"It's just right there—"

front of them, and the door opened

shielded Erin behind

at them right then, she

in the lead asked—he was lanky,