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 now,

Isaac frowned.

she getting annoyed? He

his arms around

was scowling and

show

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

amused despite herself.

her anyway. "I really

growled, but

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

"Fine, I get it,

it tickle? I'll scratch it

they played around, they ended up in bed, her clothes

her, Isaac then raised her hand and pressed

speechless, her cheeks flushing

put her hands against his muscular

his collar,

something for you. What do you

"Anything goes."

then go take a shower," she said, and

mansion was

Sheryl and Mrs. Watson

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