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.

arms around his neck, she leaned her head over her shoulder and purred playfully, “From

“Yeah,” Isaac replied lovingly.

Bzzt…

and she took

was Finn, telling her that Dennis’s funeral was arranged for the

informed since she

up,

investigating Dennis’s death. They are arranging for the funeral

proceeded so quickly if there was

Isaac’s eyes just then, she

if not for Isaac, and she leaned on Isaac, brushing her cheeks against

her lips, and they were at it for a while as he replied vaguely, “Yeah… Who would

and poured more passion into their kiss, the air in the room becoming rife

the fair skin on her

him just because he could not go over

else would she do this

and wiped the wetness over his mouth, her finger brushing over his soft,

not doing this on purpose—she simply loved him

her feelings, because words were not vivid

interfering with your

his arms