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

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

the rest

was resting her head on James's arm and nestled

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

his gaze

"Irene."

give her something like that—even James was

best friends give each other stuff like that, so I'm surprised Irene would send one

James replied—only those who were very close would do

lucky," Erin

but her adopted parents treated

who had no blood relations to her and whose connection to her was second to implausible, gave her his company's

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

stroked her hair. "You've already done

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

arms around her then—she really was

are we returning to Franconia?" she asked