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.

and he took her baby daughter back inside—she was still too young to stay outside for too

for dinner as well, having learned from someone

asked the kitchen to prepare a lot

has been gone for a while, let's have

the first to argue.

"Why?" Zachary asked.

it. Only married people

have a

impressive about getting married

Zachary was speechless, Erin could not

chimed in, "He is blessed, having a daughter when others can't." Zachary loved hearing that. "That's right. I have 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 have a wife, so I'll eventually

don't think I have an

just kidding," James said, sliding a shrimp onto Zachary's

it. You

banter, they did care for