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.

so they headed to the lounge upstairs where they

James, clicking his tongue as he looked at James

could kick him right

for the

take a look at your

said, looking himself

sly smile on James's face before he could finish and came to a realization, bellowing at the other man, "You're the

“I have to socialize with my

speechless—could he stop plunging

made mistakes, which led to losing the love of his life. But did he really have to be reminded of that constantly?! He quickly caught up with James since James's leg has not fully recovered, and he said, "Does it please

look. "Why are you hurting?

mention of his daughter. "Right... I do have a daughter, while neither

really needed a slap in the face! “I wonder what Mr. Jefferson would do if he