The Runaway Groom

Still, Irene scoffed. "Well, I can give you that much. But was it glamorous?"

Zachary was speechless in turn—his marriage was certainly a dark part of his history and mentioning it was just hurting himself.

He quickly changed the subject. “Do you like grapes? We washed them before bringing them over—I'll get it for you."

Irene caught his sleeve. "By the way, does it count as your second marriage if you marry again?"

Zachary sighed. "You used to respect me so much, but you've really changed. You're just like Isaac now."

Isaac shot Zachary a cool, warning glare right then. "Does it kill you to stay quiet?"

"How boring would it be for everyone if I did?" Zachary retorted calmly and feebly. "It's a nice day out with nice weather but we have nothing to do. Staying quiet would be a waste, so I'm just making the best out of a difficult situation, you know."

"What's difficult about your situation? Don't you have a daughter? What more do you want?" Isaac asked, still upset about how Zachary bragged about having a daughter before.

“But she doesn't have a mother." Zachary sighed.

It was certainly the greatest regret he had—something felt missing since her daughter did not have a complete family.

Irene finally saw that Zachary was just hiding his mood by being talkative.

to have a daughter, but it hurt that

at Zachary's smile now, the more it felt

him enough concern right then, both as

a grill, was it? Just ask someone to bring

"And

eyes at him—give him an

"Self-indulgence sets a bad example. You should be

enough." Zachary smiled.

asked Isaac to do it, since

rare day out to relax, so Isaac indulged her

quickly to send tools

work meant no problems, nor did it

skewers looked fun and tried to grill something himself, while Zachary kept an eye on him or he might burn himself. Irene was in turn leaning against Isaac's shoulder

pink and he was holding a chunk of

slower though he could walk already, and

ourselves in such peace and quiet, don't you

time with all of