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?"

held up the paper bag to show him. "I bought you donuts. There's

her in silence, Irene presumed that he disliked it too. "Everyone likes snacks, but if you don't want it, we can just head home and ask Mrs. Watson

said, cutting her short. "You weren't

her, half-joking and half-serious as he growled

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

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

do

table. "Come here, sit—I know you don't like the grease on grilled skewers, but bear with it for today. I won't make you eat

on occasion, but not all the time." Isaac certainly was not accustomed to this, but Irene was

did not mind eating what she liked, but that sort of food was unhealthy, and they

Irene nodded. "Okay."

Irene was holding Tommy but keeping him at arm's reach, worried that the smoky scent on her clothes would

the condiments heavily applied to grilled food, the

Isaac, she asked, "Do

turned on the ignition.

could smell it, while trying to get him to admit

gaze then. "What,