The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 880

Isaac came home to take them out for lunch.

When he returned, Sheryl had already packed up the baby’s necessities, along with the stroller, which was in the car trunk.

Isaac had the chauffeur put everything in the car while taking the baby off Irene’s hands.

The baby’s skin was healthy and fair, and his tiny figure was utterly adorable.

As Isaac gave him a peck on the cheek, he beamed, baring eight tiny white teeth that looked just like rice grains.

He was drooling too, so Isaac had to wipe it off him.

“Oh, my,” Isaac said just then. “Don’t you think his lips look just like yours?”

Tiny and pinkish, that was.

Irene shot Isaac a glare. “Of course, I gave birth to him.”

“No, it’s just the lips,” Isaac said as he studied his baby. “His nose, eyes, and cheeks are all like mine.”

Irene sighed—she was the one who carried the baby for ten months, and it was certainly not easy.

And both children had to resemble their father only.

“Let’s go!” Isaac said, putting a hand over her shoulder.

into one of the

and Isaac went to the other, which the old chauffeur

—

Median Gate and headed to the

there was special and virtually exclusive

made with fileted white fish that melted

lingered in the mouth after a bite, and its fat was just the right amount without getting

traditional dish, but no other place cooked it with

and the like—every bite from every dish was savory, a taste

expensive, but it was also

private room was completely made of glass, and it

sparing them from having to wait—the kitchen would start preparing just

on

she would leave after lunch, he kept holding her

his silence left Erin leaning in to ask softly, “What’s

leaned on

want me

denied

at their direction, her eyes lingering on Tommy

sighed slightly, feeling considerably

probably would not become so quickly

who was still carrying their baby, saying

eat first,” Isaac