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.

shoulder and purred playfully, “From now on, don’t you take notice or get

“Yeah,” Isaac replied lovingly.

Bzzt…

vibrating, and she

Finn, telling her that Dennis’s funeral was arranged for the day after tomorrow, and

informed since she was being

hung up, and pocketed her

“They are probably done investigating Dennis’s

have proceeded so quickly if there was

eyes just

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

downward to meet her lips, and they were at it for a while as he replied vaguely, “Yeah… Who would

more passion into their kiss, the air in the room becoming rife

caress the fair skin on

could

else would she do

then and wiped the wetness over his mouth, her finger brushing over

doing this on purpose—she simply loved him and wanted

her feelings, because words

presence interfering with your focus at

tightened his arms