The Runaway Groom

Irene simply smiled while Zachary was left seething. "I'm not talking to you. All you people ever do is bully me."

He strode off, but he had not walked more than a few paces when he stopped and turned since Irene was not stopping him. "Aren't you going to sweet talk me? Are you actually my friend?"

Irene simply remained where she was. "Sweet-talk you?"

Right now, she was at a loss of how to sweet-talk Isaac—did she even have time for Zachary?

"Sweet-talk yourself. I'm busy," she said bluntly.

Zachary was left speechless. "You people have no conscience and don't care about me. Fine! Playtime is over—I'm taking my daughter home."

"See you," Irene said without even looking his way.

Zachary was left speechless again, but he soon returned and sat beside her. "I refuse to leave just because you want me to."

Irene simply got up and left him alone to play with her children, though Zachary did not seem upset and simply watched quietly.

Mrs. Watson arrived outside with Jean, and he took her baby daughter back inside—she was still too young to stay outside for too long and had to return indoors after

for dinner as well,

lot of Zidonian dishes, a gesture to

Irene has been gone for a while, let's

the first

"Why?" Zachary asked.

won't get it. Only married people would,” James

to ostracize me?! I have a daughter! Do I

was so impressive

you don't have a wife!" James retorted. While Zachary was speechless, Erin could

what you don't have." "And you don't have what I have either," James countered, insisting on rubbing salt into Zachary's wound. “I

don't think

James said, sliding a shrimp onto Zachary's

it. You haven't

banter, they did care for