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

before she could finish, leaving the

rest was

was all over, Erin was resting her

pink just then. "Do you know who gave me that

lowering his gaze to

"Irene."

something like that—even James was raising

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

James replied—only those who were very close

lucky," Erin added

but her adopted parents

no blood relations to her and whose connection to her was second to implausible, gave her his company's shares, treating her like a real

then, she murmured, "I'll definitely be

"You've already done

why Isaac acknowledged her, while Irene was also nice to her. After all, character was much more important than roots, and it was how everyone grew to accept

arms around her then—she really was

returning to Franconia?"