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."

Erin exclaimed, "Your

her lips before she could finish, leaving the words stuck in her

the rest

her head on James's arm and

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

James asked, lowering his

"Irene."

give her something like that—even James

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

very close

very lucky," Erin

abandoned as a child, but her adopted

her and whose connection to her was second to implausible, gave her his company's shares, treating

definitely be a

stroked her hair. "You've already

always earnest, and he was sure that was why Isaac acknowledged her, while Irene was also nice to her. After all,

her then—she really was

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