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?

You must hate how

Isaac frowned.

she getting annoyed?

arms around her. "Are

scowling and

Let me show

kissed her and said, "Maybe I should get myself disfigured too? That

amused despite herself. "You're

her anyway. "I really

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

I'll prove it to you," he whispered, and

"Fine, I

I'll scratch it

around, they ended up in bed, her clothes loose

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

flushing from his sudden declaration of

Irene put her hands against his muscular

freed his collar,

cook something for you. What do you

"Anything goes."

a shower," she

new mansion was

living room since Sheryl and Mrs.

to the kitchen and cooked paella, throwing in shrimps and other bits