The Runaway Groom Chapter 886

Perhaps it was ticklish or something else, but Irene was moving around a lot.

She then wrapped her arms around Isaac’s neck and pressed her face against his, purring tenderly, “It’s hot… I feel so hot…”

Her cheeks were pinkish and droplets covered her devilish figure.

And the way she wiggled in his arms was utterly alluring, just like a seductive succubus!

Isaac lowered his eyes through the steam from the hot bath, but restrained himself.

Gulping, he rasped, “Don’t move. It will be over soon.”

“Urgh…” She kept struggling nonetheless. “It’s so stuffy.”

It was certainly the case in this bathroom!

“That’s enough,” he growled, forced to firmly hold onto her flailing hands as he washed her hair, soaking it thoroughly with bubbles.

When he was done, he carried her out of the bathtub, and they both stood under the shower sprinklers to wash off the suds.

Through it all, Irene’s body was glued to his.

After everything was done, he pulled out a bathrobe and draped it carelessly over himself before trying to put one on Irene as well.

Naturally, she was being uncooperative again—it was hot since she just bathed, and she did not want to put on anything.

“It’s too warm,” she complained.

almost sweating all over from having to cater

her in a bathrobe like a cocoon without making her wear it and carried her out of

room as well—Mrs. Watson was not

their bedroom and put her

too hot, Irene tugged on the bathrobe, loosening

could not help sighing even as

go drinking ever again,” he said—the work

fell asleep

sleeping was especially comfortable after a bath, Irene slept like a log and only woke

started rubbing her temples soon enough as her head felt

with

poured her a glass of water, while she narrowed her eyes, her head slowly

“Past ten.”

getting to her feet and finishing her drink, placing the glass

tugged on her bathrobe, and then saw that she was

bathed me?”

Isaac replied softly. “Shouldn’t everything be washed and dumped after you vomited

was speechless. Was she some sort of object to

not working?”

was waiting for you,” he said, sitting on the edge of the

scratched her head in

apologizing to me last night. Did

Irene frowned. “I did?”

Irene could not

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