The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 880

Isaac came home to take them out for lunch.

When he returned, Sheryl had already packed up the baby’s necessities, along with the stroller, which was in the car trunk.

Isaac had the chauffeur put everything in the car while taking the baby off Irene’s hands.

The baby’s skin was healthy and fair, and his tiny figure was utterly adorable.

As Isaac gave him a peck on the cheek, he beamed, baring eight tiny white teeth that looked just like rice grains.

He was drooling too, so Isaac had to wipe it off him.

“Oh, my,” Isaac said just then. “Don’t you think his lips look just like yours?”

Tiny and pinkish, that was.

Irene shot Isaac a glare. “Of course, I gave birth to him.”

“No, it’s just the lips,” Isaac said as he studied his baby. “His nose, eyes, and cheeks are all like mine.”

Irene sighed—she was the one who carried the baby for ten months, and it was certainly not easy.

And both children had to resemble their father only.

“Let’s go!” Isaac said, putting a hand over her shoulder.

of the cars,

to the other, which the old chauffeur

—

soon arrived at Median Gate and headed to the private room on the

was special and virtually exclusive to

the Sunshine State Cioppino, made with fileted white fish that melted in

mouth after a bite, and its fat was just the right amount without getting

cooked it with originality. Every clam

quails, and the like—every bite from every

not only was eating there expensive, but it was also reserved

room was completely

soon after they arrived, sparing them from

on

she would leave after lunch, he kept

his silence left Erin leaning in to ask softly, “What’s wrong? You

leaned on her in

“You don’t want me to leave,

stubbornly denied

direction, her

slightly, feeling

company, he probably would not become so quickly reliant on someone else—Erin had just been

still carrying their baby, saying quietly, “I’ll carry him. You

eat first,” Isaac