The Runaway Groom

Zachary shot James a look. "The missus is strict, huh?"

James was not about to take the bait. "You don't even have one to be strict with you."

Zachary shut up right then—he had to be upset again!

Since he could not fight back, he just had to hide!

If he snapped at James, James had his wife to back him up, and he alone would never win against two.

Picking up the wine bottle and pouring it for Irene, Zachary said, "Let's drink a little since Isaac isn't around.”

Irene frowned. "Don't mention him."

"Who?" Zachary asked despite knowing the answer, and he chuckled as Irene shot him a glare.

Even if Irene had a husband, right now, she was alone like him—having a kindred spirit certainly made it feel a lot less lonely.

Since he was not the most tragic person around... did that mean she was the same as him?

“If I recall, you're bad with liquor. One drink, and that's all," Zachary said, but he poured her a full glass, clearly trying to get her drunk.

rolled her eyes, Zachary said, "Come on. I'm keeping you

was clearly trying to tempt

even though she really could not hold her liquor, which was both bitter

cheeks were flushed

her liquor, Zachary kept goading her anyway. "Keep drinking and you'll get used to the taste.” Irene kept

off—she could not drink

the glass into her hand. "Trust me. Drink this, and you won't find

but skeptical. “I don't believe you. I'm going back to my

going to mingle with Isaac's business partners if you

me to,"

"Who were you seeing back in

right then—and here she was curious why he

trying to

snapped. "Or do I have to report that to you

just asking..."

I'm sleepy—I need to sleep,” Irene slapped his hand away. "You're

snorted. "That's what you