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 lose

you—II missed you," she purred coquettishly, tightening her arms around his waist while her dainty fingers fiddled with his collar

had been together long

goodwill, but..." Isaac chuckled after studying her for a bit and leaned in to whisper into her ear, "You should show some sincerity and prove you really

neck, his

and her throat parched. "You want me to

could snap at him for

he not afraid someone would

darted everywhere as she became afraid to look him in the eye. "Stop messing

dead serious," he

was goading her to take his

right then. "I saw you with

her for a beat.

"Yes," Irene admitted.

if there's nothing else. I'm busy." Irene was

haven't told me who she is,”

settled behind his desk, picked up a