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 her family—she refused to let her sons lose her

around his waist while her dainty fingers fiddled with

had been together long enough to understand each

goodwill, but..." Isaac chuckled after studying her for a bit and leaned in to whisper into her ear,

neck, his

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 here

Irene could snap at him for his brazenness right

he not afraid

became afraid to look him in

dead serious," he

speechless—how was goading her to take

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

a beat. "Would you like to

"Yes," Irene admitted.

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

me who she is,”

behind his desk, picked up a document folder, and