The Runaway Groom

Chapter 772

"We have a hit. I'm heading over as we speak."

James had managed to track down the goons, but they were out of town so he needed to head over to confirm right away.

He was already on his way, but he decided he should give Isaac a head's up.

"Good," Isaac replied. "Contact me when you have something."

"Sure."

With that, Isaac hung up and turned around, only to see that Irene was gone from their table.

His heart skipped a beat—the unending list of trouble that occurred to her was almost freakish, leading to his mind always jumping to the worst-case scenario.

He looked around frantically, but he eventually found her carrying a paper bag.

He frowned and strode over to her. "Where did you go?"

"I bought you donuts. There's nothing

silence, Irene presumed that he disliked it too. "Everyone likes snacks, but if you don't want it, we can just

short. "You weren't there

live without me for one second?" Isaac put his arms around her, half-joking and half-serious as he growled with unreasonable affection, "Yeah. Don't

From her position, it was a direct view of his long neck and that alluring Adam's apple of

my bodyguard and follow me around every day," she cooed in his

"What, do I

unapologetically, and put the donuts on the table. "Come here, sit—I know you don't like the grease on grilled skewers, but bear with it for today. I

accustomed to this, but Irene was considerate of his tastes and bought him donuts, since he did not like the charred

she liked, but that sort of food was unhealthy,

Irene nodded. "Okay."

home after supper, Irene was holding Tommy but keeping him at arm's reach,

applied to grilled food, the scent

she

on the ignition.

he could smell it, while trying to get him

gaze then.