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.

Tommy into one of the cars, where Eagle took

Isaac went to the other,

—

soon arrived at Median Gate and headed to the private room on the top floor which James had

menu there was special and virtually

Cioppino, made with fileted white fish that melted

of their ribeye steak lingered in the mouth after a

place cooked it with originality. Every clam and shrimp cooked in

caviar, quails, and the like—every bite from every

eating there expensive, but it was

the walls of the private room was completely made of glass, and

after they arrived, sparing them from having to wait—the kitchen would start preparing just before the

insisted on sitting

after lunch, he kept holding her

and his silence left Erin leaning in to ask softly, “What’s

simply leaned on her

“You don’t want me

stubbornly denied

direction, her eyes

sighed slightly, feeling considerably

offered him more company, he probably would not become

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

eat first,”