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!

family—she refused to

didn't just come to see you—II missed you," she purred coquettishly, tightening her arms around his waist while her dainty fingers fiddled with his collar buttons, brushing intermittently against his neck and

had been together long enough

your 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 came looking

pressed gently against her neck, his hot breath almost

him, his teasing still left Irene blushing and her throat parched. "You want me to prove it?

placed it on his belt buckle. Irene could snap at

not afraid someone would

she became afraid to look

dead serious," he

was speechless—how was goading her to take his belt off being dead

changed the subject right then. "I saw you with

at her for a beat. "Would

"Yes," Irene admitted.

else. I'm busy." Irene was left speechless again—putting on airs, was

still haven't told me

simply settled behind his desk, picked up a document