The Runaway Groom Chapter 788

Isaac shook his head. “No, that’s you.”

Irene naturally denied it. “I’m a thug? Am I even capable of beating you up?”

“Hit me, then. I won’t hit back.” Isaac put her hand on his face then, but Irene was not about to actually hit him even if he was spoiling her so much now.

A man’s face was his dignity, just as some jokes were permissible, while others were not.

And Irene certainly was a person with propriety.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she spoke tenderly into his ears. “You’re my husband, my world. I’d never lay a finger on you.”

Isaac kissed her so much that her lipstick smeared his lips. “You really know how to please me.”

Irene wiped his mouth as she said, “I’m being serious.”

That was when he suddenly bit her finger and she smacked him on the chest. “Ow!”

As they fooled around, Irene’s clothes were more or less off, unable to hide her stunning figure.

Soon, the car stopped outside the castle and Isaac wrapped the blanket around her before carrying her out of the car.

was at the front

asked as

Jefferson. You may

a bucket

sir,” Pierre replied and promptly gestured for someone

Isaac carried Irene to their room, the bucket of hot water

while putting Irene on the bed

have someone bring some

said from beneath her blanket. “The blister popped, so I’ll be fine once the pus is squeezed

worried regardless.

She shook her head—soaking her feet in hot water relieved her a

it to him. “A woman gave that to me. There are no details so I don’t know what her line of work is, and there’s only that phone number and

it into the bin nearby once he

puzzled. “Why would you do that? It

a business

Irene pressed out of

up slightly. “A club

understood right then. She had seen their lavish, easygoing lifestyle of afternoon

just gather and gossip as a pastime,” Isaac added, before warning her,

confused.

Isaac said pointedly. “That’s a club for

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