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 look right now, and you're finally admitting

Isaac frowned.

was she getting annoyed? He was just

his arms around

and

me show you if I

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

amused despite herself. "You're so

anyway.

but

I'll prove it to you," he

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

does it tickle? I'll scratch it

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

and pressed it over his chest. "It's all you in

flushing from his sudden

hands against his muscular chest and

freed his collar,

for you. What

"Anything goes."

a shower," she said, and slithered out from beneath

mansion

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

shrimps and other bits of seafood,