The Runaway Groom
Chapter 1059

Isaac paused at the door before walking up to the bed.

He could smell the faint scent of alcohol even though Irene did not drink that much. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He frowned. "Were you drinking?"

Irene sat up and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face against his abdomen.

“Yeah, a little," she purred, half-asleep as she looked up with a dizzy gaze. "Are you upset with me?"

Isaac certainly had been at first—he would never stop her from helping a friend, but should she not think of family too?

Did she not miss them after being gone for so long?

Did family not matter to her?

Still, he was surprised to receive a call from Pierre that she came home out of the blue.

He was quite curious as to why she would suddenly return out of the blue, but he canceled his business trip anyway. Still, he did not turn around right away, instead heading to his office and arranging for Stan to represent him on the business trip.

While he tended to his other work, he never quite calmed down, since he felt aggrieved and was reluctant to give in easily.

However, all those grievances vaporized when she texted him the words: [I miss you.]

Still, Irene was not yet fully awake. She purred even as she complained, "I was going to surprise you, but you left on a business trip.”

Isaac ran his fingers through her hair. "How would I know you're coming back if you didn't tell me? I might leave for work, and your surprise would be moot."

"How unromantic.” Irene pouted. "You're so boring."

Isaac lifted her chin. "I'm boring?"

"Yeah," she mumbled. "Oof..."

She was on the bed again as a heavy figure pinned her down, and an invasive scent filled her nostrils!

At the same time, she heard a deep, alluring voice right beside her ear. "Did you miss me?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck, murmuring softly, "Yeah..." Soon, she was engulfed by an ocean of sensations, splashing peacefully one moment and surging the next—and she did not have the strength to resist!

When Irene stirred in the morning, a ray of sunshine was shining through the curtains on their wrinkled crisp white sheets. She had to narrow her eyes to see the handsome face before her.

Pursing her lips, she pressed herself against him and asked, "What time is it?"

"Nine," a deep voice spoke over her head.

Irene's head seemed to clear up right then. "It's that late already?"

She sat up, her blanket slipping off and baring her fair, soft skin.

Isaac ran his fingers through her disheveled hair and over her nape before gathering her in his arms. "You can sleep in if you're tired.” Irene leaned against his scalding body but shook her head. "No, I should get up. It's not just the two of us in this house."

The castle was huge and their bedroom was quiet, and almost a separate space on its own. However, she still found it embarrassing to sleep in, since everyone would be aware... just like how they would be aware that she and Isaac would be at it after being apart for a while. Still, Isaac said, "We can get out from the back door and pretend as if we just returned later. That way, no one would think you're late, and we can tell them we left early in the morning.”

"Where would we go in the meantime?” Irene asked.

Isaac pondered for a while before saying with a straight face, "A hotel?" Irene was left speechless and snapped grumpily, “You're such a pervert!"

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