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.

but it hurt

at Zachary's smile now, the more

felt like she had not shown him enough concern right then, both as a lowerclassman and as a

grill, was it? Just ask someone

said, "And cold

him an inch, and

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

smiled. "Let's do

Isaac to do it,

rare day out to relax, so Isaac indulged her for once

had no idea who it was, but they worked quickly to send tools and ingredients, along

work meant no problems, nor did it take time

grill something himself, while Zachary kept an eye on him or he might burn himself. Irene

cheeks were pink and he was holding a chunk of

he could walk already, and he only

in such

more time