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?

not actually above the rest and prefer a pretty face. You must hate how I look right

Isaac frowned.

getting annoyed? He was just

arms around her. "Are

was scowling and struggled. "Let

me show you if I

to her, he kissed her and said, "Maybe I should get myself disfigured too? That would make us a

despite herself. "You're

bugging her anyway. "I really don't

get it," Irene growled, but her irritation had

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

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

I'll

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

Isaac then raised her hand and pressed it

flushing from his sudden declaration

kept escalating, Irene put her hands against his muscular

freed his collar, saying,

you.

"Anything goes."

she said, and

mansion was especially

living room since Sheryl and Mrs. Watson were playing with the children

paella, throwing in shrimps and other