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?

the rest and prefer a pretty face. You must hate how I look right now,

Isaac frowned.

annoyed? He

his arms around

and struggled. "Let

show you

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

amused despite

bugging her anyway.

it," Irene growled, but her irritation

prove it to you,"

in immediately. "Fine,

it tickle? I'll

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

her hand and pressed it over

cheeks flushing from his sudden declaration

her hands against his muscular chest and asked, "Have you

his

cook something for you. What do you

"Anything goes."

take a shower," she said, and slithered out

mansion was

in the living room since Sheryl and Mrs. Watson

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