The Runaway Groom
Chapter 201

Chapter 201

“Don’t call me that. Say my name,” Isaac demanded.

"I would never-

Before Irene could refuse, he had jammed his lips on hers, stopping her from talking

However, she clenched her jaw to stop his tongue from advancing! As Isaac pulled away, he found her glaring at him stubbornly.

“Are you really not letting me kiss you?" He chuckled coolly. “Who would you rather kiss, then? Harvey Gooding?”

Irene stiffened her neck, and lied outright despite thinking otherwise "Yes"

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He started to lean forward again, and Irene fought back in turn—but this time, he bit firmly down on her lips, and Irene winced in pain.

*Oof-"

Embarrassed, she suddenly pretended to be receptive. Isaac was surprised as she took the initiative, but before he could revel in that sensation, Irene was biting his lip at the next instant, and her teeth closed a lot harder on his lips than when she did it to him.

Isaac, however, did not resist or even bat an eyelid.

He endured it as she vented her frustration, and she must have broken his skin—the scent of blood was

thick in the air!

Naturally, his tolerance bored her, and she let him go.

“Can't bear to hurt me?” he asked.

“Dream on.” Irene snorted.

“I would have considered letting you go if you proved compliant, but you really don't have tact.”

He rose to his feet, suddenly towering over her, while Irene was left in shock. “What are you talking about? Are you keeping me here?!"

“You never listen,” he said simply.

Irene lost composure right then. How long was he going to keep her here?!

No, she had to get out!

She promptly got up and ran, but Isaac simply grabbed her by the waist, holding her tightly against. himself. She could feel his scorching body heat through the thin fabric separating their skin, and it felt almost burning.

She kicked and screamed, “Let me go!”

Isaac caught her hands to stop her from hurting herself in agitation. “I'll never let you go.” Isaac carried her back to bed and picked up the rope he used before to tie her up.

Irene’s eyes widened and she shook her head repeatedly. “No, stop! Don't tie me up!”

He did it anyway. “You're too smart, and I have this feeling that my guards would never be able to restrain

you There is no chance I would allow you to marry Harvey Gooding.” Irene was seething through tears. “I hate you!”

Isaac stiffened, but smiled. “Hate me all you want. You're not getting away from me.”

She bellowed furiously, “You're too much! You'll have your just deserts!” Isaac stared at her for a while, and though he was chuckling, there was a glimmer in his eyes that looked almost like tears.

“I already have it. Do you think there's anything that can hurt me more now?"

Irene was taken aback, her rage subsiding a little when she saw the look in his eyes.

Her voice calmed considerably as well. “When will you let me go?” “That depends on you.” He replied.

Bzzt-

That was when Isaac's phone, which he left at the bedside shelf, started vibrating

He picked it up and answered the call, which was from Stan.

Stan appeared rather worried. “We have a situation, sir.”

“What is it?” Isaac asked.

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