The Runaway Groom

Irene's baby was being difficult. He was refusing to be carried, but he was also so small that anyone not noticing would knock into him if he walked. That was why someone must always be on hand to watch him. Tommy was older and would stay put and stick with Irene when told so. “It's such a grand wedding," Mrs. Watson exclaimed in awe, impressed by the wedding hall when they arrived.

The place was as grand as it was dreamlike—Mick certainly was not going to be stingy since Erin was his only child, and he had many friends in Minerva.

James had also been making a fortune over the years he worked for Isaac and could naturally afford such a wedding too. However, Mick was the one who actually paid, saying that it was his duty as a father. Mrs. Watson leaned in to whisper into Irene’s ear, "I think Mr. Jefferson should do one for you too."

Irene smiled. "Now? Both our children are walking already..."

"Exactly. This is a once in a lifetime occasion for women," Mrs. Watson said.

Irene saw Isaac coming just then and stopped Mrs. Watson while smiling. "Have you finished greeting your friends?"

Isaac had basically been mobbed ever since he entered, and it took him a while to free himself.

Holding Tommy's hand, he said, "Yeah. Let's head downstairs together later.”

He certainly did not want to socialize, but it was necessary when he met acquaintances.

were too many, so they headed to the lounge upstairs where they would wait for the wedding to start

had been with James, clicking his tongue as he looked at James and commenting,

could kick him right

up appropriately for the

a look at your own face?" he told

Zachary said, looking himself

and came to a realization, bellowing at the other man, "You're the

shoulder. “I have to

was speechless—could he stop plunging the

he really have to be reminded of that constantly?! He quickly caught up with James since James's leg has not fully recovered, and

you hurting? You have

the mention of his daughter. "Right... I do have a daughter,

face! “I wonder what Mr.