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 important, but so was her family—she refused to let her

come to see you—II missed you," she purred coquettishly, tightening her arms around his waist while

long enough to understand

Isaac chuckled after studying her for a bit and leaned in to whisper into her ear, "You should

against her neck, his hot breath almost

already 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

placed it on his belt buckle. Irene could snap at him for his

afraid someone would

she became afraid to look him in the

dead serious," he

goading her to

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

stared at her for a beat. "Would you like

"Yes," Irene admitted.

nothing else. I'm busy." Irene was left speechless again—putting on airs, was

me who

simply settled behind his desk, picked up a document folder, and replied offhandedly, "An