The Runaway Groom Chapter 886

Perhaps it was ticklish or something else, but Irene was moving around a lot.

She then wrapped her arms around Isaac’s neck and pressed her face against his, purring tenderly, “It’s hot… I feel so hot…”

Her cheeks were pinkish and droplets covered her devilish figure.

And the way she wiggled in his arms was utterly alluring, just like a seductive succubus!

Isaac lowered his eyes through the steam from the hot bath, but restrained himself.

Gulping, he rasped, “Don’t move. It will be over soon.”

“Urgh…” She kept struggling nonetheless. “It’s so stuffy.”

It was certainly the case in this bathroom!

“That’s enough,” he growled, forced to firmly hold onto her flailing hands as he washed her hair, soaking it thoroughly with bubbles.

When he was done, he carried her out of the bathtub, and they both stood under the shower sprinklers to wash off the suds.

Through it all, Irene’s body was glued to his.

After everything was done, he pulled out a bathrobe and draped it carelessly over himself before trying to put one on Irene as well.

Naturally, she was being uncooperative again—it was hot since she just bathed, and she did not want to put on anything.

“It’s too warm,” she complained.

almost sweating all over from having to cater to her whims,

in a bathrobe like a cocoon without making her wear it and carried her out

out into the living room as well—Mrs. Watson was

carried Irene upstairs to their bedroom and

Irene tugged on the bathrobe,

not help sighing even as he dried her

ever again,” he said—the work alone was enough

asleep with her

Irene slept like a log and only

enough as her

rasped with

of water, while she narrowed her eyes, her head slowly clearing as she took the glass. “What time

“Past ten.”

to her feet and finishing her drink, placing the glass on the table

then saw that

bathed me?” she

replied softly. “Shouldn’t everything be washed and dumped

was speechless. Was she some sort of object to be disposed of after

not working?” she then

for you,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed

her head in slight

last

Irene frowned. “I did?”

nodded assuredly, but Irene could not remember a

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