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 let her sons

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

long enough

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

her neck,

her throat parched.

Irene could snap at him for his brazenness right

not afraid someone

eyes darted everywhere as she became afraid to look him in the

I'm dead serious,"

was speechless—how was goading her to

saw you with a woman when I came.

stared at her for a beat. "Would you

"Yes," Irene admitted.

released her then. "Go home if there's nothing else. I'm busy." Irene

me who

settled behind his desk, picked up a document