The Runaway Groom

"Okay," Isaac answered softly.

They arrived outside a nice restaurant, and he threw the car keys to the valet as soon as he alighted before heading inside with an arm around Irene.

It was a Franconian restaurant with local specialties: beef bourguignon, foie gras, escargot, and the like.

However, Irene preferred Zidonian food—there were not that many foreign dishes that suited her palate.

Naturally, Isaac could tell that she did not like it. "I'll take you to a Zidonian restaurant next time."

"Good," Irene replied. "Our country's food is more to my taste."

Isaac raised a brow. "Our country's food is special in its way, but you should learn to accept different flavors too. It's a bad habit to be picky." "Am I being picky?" Irene asked.

"Yes."

Irene was speechless—how was she being picky? Just because she was not used to foreign food?

she said

she put on his plate before the others. Sheryl sighed, speechless that

Irene, "Make it fast. Don't

“I know," Irene replied.

personally brought her to the airport, she linked her arm around his. "I'l come back as soon as I

as long as you want.” Isaac

to have more business discussions

"Well, work depends

almost on his ear. "Cheat

at her sideways. "Are you

softly and vibrantly. "Keep your hands to yourself if you don't want me to cheat on

her into his arms with one arm and tousled her hair. "When did you

you know?" Irene said, gently biting him on the ear before pulling away, leaning against the car door

once exasperated and amused. "Does