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?

you can have this," she said as she put an escargot on Isaac's plate. "Eat this, or you'd be picky if

and ate the one she put on his plate before

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

“I know," Irene replied.

airport, she linked her arm around his. "I'l come

you want.” Isaac pretended to

to have more business discussions

"Well, work depends on

on his ear. "Cheat on

sideways. "Are you threatening

"Keep your hands to yourself if you don't

into his arms with one arm

on the ear before pulling away, leaning against the car door and staying far from

exasperated and amused. "Does teasing me make you feel