The Runaway Groom

Isaac loosened his necktie and threw it nonchalantly on the desk. "What are you doing here?"

Irene eagerly strode forward and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I just wanted to see you. Am I not allowed to do so?"

Isaac gently lifted her chin. “Is that all you really want?"

Why did he have a hard time believing that?

Irene certainly came to him because of Lulu, and she wanted to take a trip over to Minerva.

Now, however, she had another cause for concern.

Even if she did have faith in Isaac after going through thick and thin together, she could not trust him blindly either and disregard the consequences.

As for the man himself...

She studied him just then.

He was a successful businessman, who was tall, dark, and handsome —and the epitome of all fantasies women had toward men!

family—she refused to let

purred coquettishly, tightening her arms around his waist while her dainty fingers fiddled with his collar buttons, brushing intermittently against his neck and Adam's apple

been together long enough to understand each

bit and leaned in to whisper into her ear, "You should show some sincerity and prove you

her neck,

Irene blushing and her throat parched. "You want me to

buckle. Irene could snap at him for his brazenness right then—they

not afraid someone would

to

dead serious," he

was speechless—how was goading her to take his belt off

right then. "I saw you with a woman when

at her for a beat. "Would

"Yes," Irene admitted.

nothing else. I'm busy." Irene was left speechless again—putting

still haven't told me who