The Runaway Groom

James froze when he saw Erin, unable to believe his eyes!

"What..."

Erin held a hand on her own chest. "What's wrong?"

James simply lowered his head and chuckled—he never expected Erin to put so much effort into making herself so alluring for their wedding night, just as he was surprised that she carried such charm.

"No good?" she asked, and peeked at herself in the mirror.

It was actually good, or so she believed.

James quickly shook his head. "No. It's good."

Though bewitching was even more appropriate, panting her with a different shade of charm!

As a man, he would be abnormal if he stayed unmoved!

He scooped her up in his arms, prompting her to yelp in surprise, “Let me down!"

James refused. "You're my bride."

exclaimed, "Your

her lips before she could finish, leaving the

the rest

was all over, Erin was resting her head on

obviously blushing pink just then. "Do you know who gave me

asked, lowering his gaze to meet

"Irene."

certainly surprised that Irene would give her something like that—even James was raising his brow in surprise

other stuff like that, so I'm surprised Irene would send one to me," Erin said. "It felt like we're best friends more

those who were very close would

very lucky," Erin

her adopted parents treated her better

connection to her was second to implausible, gave her his company's shares, treating her like a real

she murmured, "I'll definitely be a good sister

"You've already done very

was sure that was why Isaac acknowledged her, while Irene was also nice to

arms around her then—she really was

we returning to Franconia?"