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?

rejected other food. "Here, you can have this," she said as she put an escargot on Isaac's plate. "Eat this,

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

she did not nag and told Irene, "Make

“I know," Irene replied.

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

long as you want.” Isaac pretended to

smiled. "What, going to have more business discussions with your pretty

cleared his throat. "Well, work depends on

his ear. "Cheat

stared at her sideways. "Are you threatening

softly and vibrantly. "Keep your hands to yourself if

her into his arms with one arm and tousled her

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

exasperated and amused. "Does teasing me make you feel