The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 890

As their eyes met, Irene pretended to be pensive. “Well, yeah. I’m too beautiful I bewitched you, making me fall so deeply in love with me…”

Isaac was speechless—when did she become so thick-skinned?

Irene sighed then and cupped his face with her hands. “I’m now the subject of gossip no thanks to you.”

Isaac smiled and put a hand on the back of her head, before leaning in to give her a light kiss. “Being gossiped about means you have their attention.”

Irene pouted. “I don’t want that. Who knows what they are saying behind my back even though they keep smiling in front of me.”

Isaac rose to his feet, making an angry look. “I’ll go warn them right now.”

“Stop,” Irene exclaimed as she caught his wrist. “They’d say that I bewitched you if you really did.”

“Right,” Isaac said, giving her a meaningful look. “You only warm my bed, after all.”

Irene was speechless for a moment and gave him a shove. “You’re despicable.”

Isaac chuckled and caught her hand. “Get over here.”

Irene walked around his desk, and followed his pull to naturally fall in his lap.

and purred playfully, “From now on, don’t you take notice

“Yeah,” Isaac replied lovingly.

Bzzt…

vibrating, and she took it

for the day after tomorrow,

being informed since she

up, and pocketed

to Isaac, she said, “They are probably done investigating Dennis’s death. They are arranging for

have proceeded so quickly if there was

eyes just then, she said,

Isaac, brushing her cheeks against

her lips, and they were at it for a while as he replied vaguely, “Yeah… Who would I be good to, if not

smiled and poured more passion into their kiss, the air in the room becoming rife with hormones as

slightly, and he reached under her blouse to caress the fair skin

just because he could not

she do

wiped the wetness over

was not doing this on purpose—she simply loved him and wanted to kiss

would convey her feelings, because

interfering with your focus at

arms