The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 839

Obviously, the sleeping gown Irene was wearing had no pants either.

She smiled faintly, and even that expression seemed to have an additional tinge of coquettishness. “Yeah. Want some?”

For the first time, Isaac was being teased.

His dark eyes twinkled as he smiled, and his voice was as quiet as it was deep. “Yeah.”

Hence, Irene watched him as she tipped off her outer gown with her fingers, breathing tenderly and alluringly, “You have to catch it, or it’d get dirty if it drops on the floor.”

Isaac could not stop himself from smiling.

Did she take the wrong meds today?

“Alright, I’ll catch it,” he said.

The black silk gown slithered off Irene’s body then, baring her fair skin. The straps clinging on her shoulders were so thin they looked like they would snap at any moment, its soft texture hugging her slender but curvaceous figure.

She smiled. “I’m throwing it down now.”

She held the gown over the railing, and it would fall once she loosened her fingers!

Isaac raised his hands in return, but Irene ultimately stopped herself, clinging onto it as she exclaimed shyly, “Never mind. I’m too shy for this.”

She returned inside, but just as she was about to straighten her clothes, the door opened.

She turned to find Isaac standing at the doorway, leaning against the door as he stared fixedly at her.

“Don’t.”

it look good?” Irene asked

Isaac studied her then.

or elsewhere… he was not sparing

“Yes.”

up, her lashes

the outer gown off her hands. He

bit her lip and threw herself into his

buried his face in her hair which smelled so

despicable.” Irene tightened her hold around his neck.

right and she did not

court today without regard for what was wrong, insisting that she had broken

want to imagine how far Dennis Turner’s family would

be

on the back and comforted

him a peck on the

I’ve never worn anything

said. “When did you buy it? I’ve never seen it

said, looking him in the eye as

back to carry

things did not

herself for a moment. “I don’t think my lawsuit would be

put her in bed and hovered above her, his fingertips dancing over her

undid her straps just as she reared her head, pressing her

rest was

the exertion, she