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.

into one of the

to the other,

the private room on the top

was special and virtually exclusive to that

Cioppino, made with fileted white fish that melted in the mouth. It

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

with originality. Every clam and shrimp cooked in it was the freshest

and the like—every bite from

eating there expensive, but it

private room was completely

sparing them from having to wait—the kitchen would start preparing just before the

insisted on sitting

knowing that she would leave after lunch, he kept holding

left Erin leaning in to

leaned on

don’t want me to

denied

her eyes lingering on Tommy

slightly,

become so

still carrying their baby, saying

eat

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