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?

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

ate the one she put on his plate before

nag and told Irene, "Make it fast. Don't

“I know," Irene replied.

personally brought her to the airport, she linked her arm around his.

as you want.” Isaac pretended

more

his throat. "Well, work

her lips almost on his ear.

her sideways.

your hands to yourself if you don't want me to cheat on

arms with one arm

the ear before

at once exasperated and amused.