The Runaway Groom

Chapter 409

As Isaac made his way towards Irene, her expression stiffened further, and her fingers dug further into her skirt

They were no strangers, but she was so nervous she could not speak.

She missed him so much too, but she wanted to run away as he approached.

“You’re going to leave your skirt wrinkled and unseemly if you keep creasing it,” Isaac said as he reached her, and reached out to pry her fingers off her skirt.

Feeling the coolness of her fingertips, he asked softly, “Are you cold?”

Flustered, Irene nodded, and then shook her head.

Isaac smiled. “It’s not the first time you’re meeting me. Why are you so nervous? Anyone who didn’t know better would think I’m bullying you.”

Irene lowered her gaze. “No… I’m just surprised you suddenly came back.”

Isaac lifted her chin and smiled faintly, “You pretty yourself so much. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

He was being so tender, and yet she felt that there was something between them.

“Come ib, let’s go in.” He lifted her hand and put it around his arm.

did her best to compose herself and sound normal. “Are you finished with

he replied–there were still

left disappointed. Was he

has been days since he left, but

you’re going to leave again?” She tried to

“I won’t leave if you don’t want me

lip–she did not want him to

times when she was

and keeping him with her would not change things back to

needed it, to be

all her reluctant bitterness restrained at a little corner of her heart, she told him,

seconds. “Not going to

for the family,” she joked. “I won’t have anything to waste if

“Becoming a gold

and clear as

without makeup, she appeared devilish with it. Reaching out to brush the dangling

earnest then–any woman would be

wedding–was grand and lively. The Slates and the Lindts carried influence in Cloud City, and a

at the register placed outside the front entrance,