The Runaway Groom

"Okay," Isaac answered softly.

They arrived outside a nice restaurant, and he threw the car keys to the valet as soon as he alighted before heading inside with an arm around Irene.

It was a Franconian restaurant with local specialties: beef bourguignon, foie gras, escargot, and the like.

However, Irene preferred Zidonian food—there were not that many foreign dishes that suited her palate.

Naturally, Isaac could tell that she did not like it. "I'll take you to a Zidonian restaurant next time."

"Good," Irene replied. "Our country's food is more to my taste."

Isaac raised a brow. "Our country's food is special in its way, but you should learn to accept different flavors too. It's a bad habit to be picky." "Am I being picky?" Irene asked.

"Yes."

Irene was speechless—how was she being picky? Just because she was not used to foreign food?

rejected other food. "Here, you can have this," she said as she put an escargot on

on his plate before the others. Sheryl sighed, speechless that Irene was

"Make it

“I know," Irene replied.

she linked her arm

as you want.” Isaac pretended to

more business discussions

cleared his throat. "Well, work

him, her lips almost on his ear. "Cheat on me, and I'll get someone better looking than

her sideways. "Are you threatening

vibrantly. "Keep your hands to yourself if you don't want me to cheat

pulled her into his arms with one arm

him on the ear before pulling away, leaning against the

was at once exasperated and amused. "Does teasing me make

keep losing to you otherwise, don't I?" "As