The Runaway Groom

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The Runaway Groom Chapter 784

While Isaac walked over to her, Pierre was going to pull out a chair when Irene smiled.

“I’m fine on my own here.You can go about your other work.”

Taking his cue, Pierre kept his head lowered as he left, while Irene pulled out a chair for Isaac.As he sat down, she

stood behind him and said, “Try it.I made it, and you know I rarely cook.”

“Indeed.”

She would always be in a hurry to get to work in the mornings, so it was Mrs.Watson who prepared breakfast,

ebook and they would be out of the house once they finished breakfast.

Isaac naturally humored her and had the eggs first.

It was just plain scrambled eggs and hardly as good as Mrs.Watson’s cooking, but he found it exquisite.

Wrapping her arms around his neck from behind, Irene asked mildly, “Is it good?”

“Yeah,” Isaac replied.

“You have to eat breakfast no matter how busy it gets, or it’d be bad for your stomach,” Irene told him.

Isaac turned and put his hand on hers.

“Got it.”

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“You should leave if you’re finished.Don’t let me keep you,” she said.

She was going to pull away, but Isaac held her in place, He then tugged at him firmly, pulling her to him and kissing

her on the lips.

He deliberately wiped the oil from the eggs to her lips before letting her go in satisfaction, rising to his feet and

wiping his lips elegantly with his napkin.

“I’m going now.”

Irene wiped her lips as well, muttering grumpily, “Childish.”

And yet, there was a blissful smile over her face.

Stan Hill arrived with the makeup artist after breakfast and Irene sat before her makeup table, not moving an inch

cooperatively.

“Let’s keep it light,” she said, worried that the makeup artist would go overboard.

“Don’t worry.You can have faith in me,” the makeup artist said.

” Your facial features are perfect and I already have an idea what to do—your satisfaction is guaranteed.”

“Well, I’m counting on you,” Irene replied.

Her eyes were clear and spirited, which did not need much enhancement.

Merely a thin stroke of eyeliner and a soft eyeshadow was enough to accentuate her mild alluring appearance.

Even so, she did not appear all coquettish, but it was a sharp presentation of her feminine charms instead.

Her black hair had natural curls, and it all made her look as if she had gone through a lot of effort prettying up

when she did not actually do so.

After over an hour later, her hair and makeup was mostly done.

The makeup artist looked at Irene’s reflection in the mirror, feeling proud of her own work because Irene was just

so beautiful.

It was around half past nine, and Irene still had to put on her gown and jewelry.It was ten by the time she was done.

“Perfect,” the makeup artist said.

Irene thought so too—it was precisely what she wanted.

Lifting her skirt, she stepped outside with Stan in tow, where a Bentley Mulsanne limousine was waiting.

It was more gentlemanly than any imposing Rolls, its subtle solemness not losing out in grandness!nove.le.book

Stan opened the door for her, and as she entered, the slit to her left opened upwards slightly, baring her thigh.

It was slightly alluring, but nothing too risque.

As Isaac looked toward it, Irene hid it while saying, “I’m not used to it.”

Isaac handed her a blanket to cover it, and Irene caught his hand when he leaned toward her.

Isaac looked up into her eyes.

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“Nervous?” Irene nodded.

“Just stay with me,” Isaac assured her.

“You don’t have to say a word.”Even so, she got the increasing feeling that they were not a match, because she

was not the type who could walk side-by-side with her husband.Everything he had, he fought for, whereas she

enjoyed the good things he brought her, never once doing anything for all the success.Taking a deep breath, she

joked, “Do I look the part of a trophy wife?”

Isaac understood what she was getting at and raised a brow.

“You stand among the best in your field and wouldn’t lose out to me, get it? It’s my honor to have you as my wife,

since you’re much nobler than I am, saving lives while I carry the stink of being dirty rich.”

Irene certainly felt inferior at first, but she became confident again after hearing him out.

“Really?”

“Of course,” Isaac replied with assurance, and put an arm around her shoulder.

“Calm down—I’m with you.” Irene smiled.

“Well, I’m not afraid. You’re on cleanup duty if I do mess up.”

It was quite a while when the Bentley finally stopped and a valet arrived to open the door for them.

Isaac alighted first, and held out his hand to her. thuyShe took it and arched her back as she stepped out before

looking up at the building up front.

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