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 her sons lose

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

long enough to understand each

and leaned in to whisper into her ear, "You should show some sincerity and prove you really came looking for me... and not because of

neck, his hot breath

having two children with him, his teasing still left Irene blushing and her throat parched. "You want me to prove it? Isn't me being here

he spoke, Isaac took her hand and placed it on his belt buckle. Irene could snap at him

afraid

she became afraid to look him in

I'm dead serious,"

was goading her to take his belt off

"I saw you with

a beat. "Would you like to

"Yes," Irene admitted.

I'm

me

a document folder, and replied offhandedly, "An important