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.

front door, waiting to

ready?” Isaac asked

Jefferson. You may

a bucket of hot water to

replied and promptly

time Isaac carried Irene to their room,

sent the servant out while putting Irene on the bed and her feet in the

have someone

blister popped, so I’ll be fine

still worried regardless. “Doesn’t

feet in hot

she exclaimed, remembering the business card she received and passing 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

tell immediately, and he threw it into the bin

would you do

not a business

What club?” Irene pressed out

lips curled up slightly. “A club for housewives—rich wives, to be

right then. She had seen their lavish, easygoing lifestyle of afternoon tea sessions and

do, so they’d just gather and gossip as a pastime,” Isaac

was confused. “Why

young,” Isaac said pointedly. “That’s a club for

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