The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 890

As their eyes met, Irene pretended to be pensive. “Well, yeah. I’m too beautiful I bewitched you, making me fall so deeply in love with me…”

Isaac was speechless—when did she become so thick-skinned?

Irene sighed then and cupped his face with her hands. “I’m now the subject of gossip no thanks to you.”

Isaac smiled and put a hand on the back of her head, before leaning in to give her a light kiss. “Being gossiped about means you have their attention.”

Irene pouted. “I don’t want that. Who knows what they are saying behind my back even though they keep smiling in front of me.”

Isaac rose to his feet, making an angry look. “I’ll go warn them right now.”

“Stop,” Irene exclaimed as she caught his wrist. “They’d say that I bewitched you if you really did.”

“Right,” Isaac said, giving her a meaningful look. “You only warm my bed, after all.”

Irene was speechless for a moment and gave him a shove. “You’re despicable.”

Isaac chuckled and caught her hand. “Get over here.”

Irene walked around his desk, and followed his pull to naturally fall in his lap.

leaned her head over her shoulder and purred playfully, “From now on, don’t you take notice or get upset

“Yeah,” Isaac replied lovingly.

Bzzt…

vibrating, and she took it

Dennis’s funeral was arranged for the day

being informed since she was

hung up,

to Isaac, she said, “They are probably done investigating Dennis’s death. They are arranging for the funeral

have proceeded so quickly if there was still

eyes just then,

resolved so easily if not for Isaac, and she leaned on Isaac, brushing her

for a while as he

passion into their kiss, the air in the

reached under her blouse to caress the fair skin on

him just because he could not

she do

the wetness over his

this on purpose—she simply loved him and

convey her feelings, because words were not vivid

your focus

arms around her waist.