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, and

Isaac frowned.

getting annoyed? He

wrapped his arms around her. "Are you

was scowling and struggled. "Let me

me show

I should get myself disfigured too? That would make us a match,

amused despite herself. "You're

anyway. "I really don't

I get it," Irene growled, but her irritation

you," he whispered, and reached underneath

gave in immediately. "Fine, I

tickle? I'll scratch it for

her

then raised her hand and pressed it over his chest.

her cheeks flushing from his sudden declaration

hands against his muscular chest and asked, "Have you

his

for you.

"Anything goes."

she said,

mansion was

was no one in the living room since Sheryl and Mrs. Watson were playing with the children in

throwing in shrimps and other bits