The Runaway Groom

Chapter 640

Isaac was standing by the door, having a clear view of what Irene was doing.

As he strode in, Irene asked, "Have you had dinner yet?”

Isaac said nothing, instead walking up to her and putting a hand on her scarred face.

Irene watched him and joked, ’If I married you like this, won't people say that you married ugly?"

"No one would have the balls to say that," Isaac replied, gently caressing her cheek.

'They might, behind your back," Irene said, taking his hand off. "Take your shower. I'm checking on the children downstairs."

Isaac caught her by the wrist. "We have people doing that. You, on the other hand, are getting weird."

"Mom was suggesting that I get plastic surgery," Irene said. "She told me that this doesn't look good."

Isaac smiled. ’It doesn't."

Irene glared at him right then. "I thought you said you didn't mind."

Isaac kept smiling. "I don't!"

"So why doesn't this look good?"

Perhaps he did not like how she looked now and was just lying that he did not mind?

above the rest and prefer a pretty face. You must hate how I look right now,

Isaac frowned.

was she getting annoyed? He was

wrapped his arms around her. "Are you

scowling and

me show you if

her and said, "Maybe I should

was amused despite herself. "You're so

kept bugging her anyway. "I

Irene growled, but her irritation had already faded just

it to you,"

"Fine,

I'll scratch it

they ended up in bed, her clothes loose from her tussle and

pressed

flushing from his sudden

kept escalating, Irene put her hands against his muscular chest and asked,

his collar, saying,

for you. What do you

"Anything goes."

then go take a shower," she said, and slithered out from beneath

mansion was especially

Sheryl and Mrs.

headed to the kitchen and cooked paella, throwing in shrimps and other bits of seafood, while also boiling a small