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.

was almost sweating all over from having to cater to her whims, but he had to

like a cocoon without making her wear it and carried her out of the

was safe to go out into the living room as well—Mrs. Watson was not around, while

carried Irene upstairs to their bedroom and put her on the

tugged on the bathrobe, loosening

even as he

said—the work alone was enough

he fell asleep with her in

bath, Irene slept like a log and only woke

temples soon enough as

rasped with a

glass of water, while she narrowed her eyes, her head slowly clearing as she took the

“Past ten.”

she said, getting to her feet and finishing her drink, placing the glass

bathrobe, and then saw that she was

me?”

replied softly. “Shouldn’t everything be washed and dumped after you vomited all

was speechless. Was she some sort of object to be

working?” she then

was waiting for you,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching

me?” Irene scratched her head in

apologizing to me last

Irene frowned. “I did?”

but Irene could

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