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?

have this," she

ate the one she put on his plate before the others. Sheryl

she did not nag and told Irene, "Make it

“I know," Irene replied.

personally brought her to the airport, she linked her arm around his. "I'l come

long as you want.” Isaac pretended to be

to have more business discussions

"Well,

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

stared at her sideways. "Are

"Keep your hands to yourself

arm and tousled her hair. "When did

you know?" Irene said, gently biting him on the ear before pulling away, leaning against the car door and staying far

was at once exasperated and amused. "Does

don't I?" "As long as we're clear on