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?

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

on his plate before the others.

told Irene, "Make it fast.

“I know," Irene replied.

airport, she linked her

as long as you want.” Isaac pretended to

more business

"Well, work

you dare." Irene looked up at him, her lips almost on his ear. "Cheat

sideways. "Are you

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

into his arms with one arm and tousled her hair. "When did

on the ear before

amused. "Does teasing me make you feel

losing to you otherwise, don't I?" "As long as we're clear on