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!

was her family—she

she purred coquettishly, tightening her arms around his waist while her

long enough to understand

after studying her for a bit and leaned in to whisper into her ear, "You should show some sincerity and prove

lips pressed gently against her neck, his hot breath

teasing still left Irene blushing and her throat parched. "You want

could snap at him for his brazenness right then—they were in

not afraid someone would

darted everywhere as she became afraid to look

dead serious,"

goading her to take his

saw you with a woman when I came. Who

stared at her for a beat. "Would you like to

"Yes," Irene admitted.

else. I'm busy." Irene was left speechless again—putting on airs, was

me who she is,” she