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?

and prefer a pretty face. You must hate how I

Isaac frowned.

she getting annoyed? He was just

wrapped his arms around

scowling and

show you

I should get

amused despite herself. "You're so

her anyway. "I

I get it," Irene growled, but her irritation had already faded

Now, I'll prove it to you," he whispered, and reached underneath her

in immediately. "Fine, I get it, stop-it

does it tickle? I'll scratch it

up in bed, her clothes loose from her tussle

raised her hand and pressed it over his chest. "It's all you

was speechless, her cheeks flushing from his sudden declaration of

hands against his muscular chest and asked, "Have you had dinner

freed his collar,

for you.

"Anything goes."

take a shower," she

new mansion was especially

one in the living room since Sheryl and Mrs. Watson were

the kitchen and cooked paella, throwing in shrimps and other