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!

but so was her family—she refused to

her arms around his waist while her dainty fingers fiddled with his collar buttons, brushing intermittently against his neck and

had been together long enough

and leaned in to whisper into her ear, "You should show some sincerity and prove you really came looking for

her neck, his hot breath almost consuming

having two children with him, his teasing still left Irene blushing and her throat parched. "You want me to prove it?

took her hand and placed it on his belt buckle. Irene could snap at him for his brazenness

afraid

became afraid to look him in the

dead serious," he

speechless—how was goading her to take his

subject right then. "I saw you with a woman when I came. Who

her for a

"Yes," Irene admitted.

"Go home if there's nothing else. I'm busy." Irene was left speechless again—putting

told me who she