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

wrapped her in a bathrobe like a cocoon without making her

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

to their bedroom and put

hot, Irene tugged on

help sighing even as he

again,” he said—the work alone was enough

up, he fell asleep

was especially comfortable after a bath, Irene slept like a log and only

rubbing her temples soon enough as her head felt

she rasped with

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

“Past ten.”

and finishing her drink, placing the glass on

her bathrobe, and then saw that she was

me?” she

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

some sort of object

not working?” she

waiting for you,” he said, sitting on the

me?” Irene scratched her head in

me last night. Did you

Irene frowned. “I did?”

but Irene could

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