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 sons

his waist while her dainty fingers fiddled

had been together long

into her ear, "You should show some sincerity and prove you really came looking

her neck, his

blushing and her throat parched. "You want me to

buckle. Irene could snap

afraid someone would

everywhere as she became afraid to look him in the

I'm dead serious,"

speechless—how was goading her to take his

right then. "I saw you

stared at her for a beat. "Would you

"Yes," Irene admitted.

"Go home if there's nothing else. I'm busy." Irene was left speechless again—putting on airs,

told me

a document folder, and replied offhandedly,