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.

of the cars, where Eagle

Isaac went to the other, which the

—

headed to the private room

and virtually exclusive to that

made with fileted white fish

after a bite, and its fat was

no other place cooked it with originality. Every clam and shrimp cooked in it was the

caviar, quails, and the like—every bite from every dish

not only was eating there expensive, but it

private room was completely made

soon after they arrived, sparing them from

on sitting

she would leave after lunch, he

always adorably feisty, and his silence left Erin leaning in to ask softly, “What’s

simply leaned on her in

want me to leave,

stubbornly denied

glanced at their direction, her eyes lingering

slightly,

more company, he probably would not become so quickly reliant on someone else—Erin had just been here for two

her hands at Isaac, who was still carrying their

you eat first,”