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?

stomach was Zidonian and rejected other food. "Here, you can have this," she said as she put an escargot on Isaac's plate. "Eat this, or you'd be picky if you

the one she put on his plate before the others. Sheryl sighed, speechless that

she did not nag and told Irene, "Make it fast.

“I know," Irene replied.

brought her to the airport, she linked her arm around his.

long as you want.”

going to have more

his throat. "Well, work depends on

lips almost on his ear. "Cheat on

her sideways.

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

her into his arms with one arm and tousled her

gently biting him on the ear before pulling away, leaning against the car door

at once exasperated and amused. "Does teasing me make

you otherwise, don't I?" "As long as