The Runaway Groom

Chapter 822

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The Runaway Groom Chapter 822

Still, Isaac was worrying for nothing—perhaps thanks to the discipline she honed from her job, Irene rode with

calmness and steadiness.

Her strong guts also allowed her to take to riding like a duck to water!

She certainly loved feeling the sensation of wind against her face as she sat on the horse’s back, blowing away all

her worries.

“Hyah!”

She spurred her horse on whimsically, allowing it to dash over the near-boundless meadow to her heart’s content!

Isaac had been worried that she would fall off her horse, and he was therefore surprised to find her riding so well.

Trotting his horse to Isaac’s side, Carl asked, “Did the missus learn to ride before?”

Rarely was there a woman who could ride so quickly and steadily on their first try.

“It is her first time,” Isaac replied.

Carl was naturally astonished. “Woah, she has the gift.”

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“Her gift is in saving people, actually.”

Despite his usual attitude, Isaac had always been proud about Irene’s career as a doctor.

Even if this was the epoch of capitalism, medical professionals who saved lives and cured sickness were always

worthy of respect!

That actually surprised Carl further—he did not expect Isaac to marry a doctor.

After all, Carl was of the impression that doctors were always the quiet types, just as their jobs were dull.

And Isaac could have got himself any woman he wanted, given who he was!

Still, it seemed that he should change his opinion about female doctors… to think that they could let loose in such

fashion!

…

Martin York had already cooked dinner when Lulu Adams arrived home from work.

Still, he was bad at it and the food was bad.

“I think we should just eat out,” he said.

“Let’s just finish it, or it’d be a waste,” Lulu told him. “It’s not that bad—you just forgot the vinegar in the brined

ribs, so the meat tasted a little bland. The mashed potatoes are a little salty but not inedible, so less salt next time…

the veggies are too burned to be edible though.”

Martin scratched his head. “I overdid it.”

Still, Lulu’s gaze lingered on him—he could not cook, but he tried to do it anyway.

It was the sincerity that counted and the taste did not matter!

“Here, have a rib.” Lulu put one on his plate. “I’ll cook next time.”

Marint waved her off. “No, I’ll learn. Neither of us have parents, so someone would have to take care of you

postpartum. I should learn while you’re still in early pregnancy!”

Then, he remembered something. “You should resign around the third trimester.”

Lulu paused then, and asked with a smile, “Oh? And I guess you’ll pay for everything?”

“Of course. I’m your man,” Martin said, nodding.

However, the air suddenly turned stiff at his words and silence ensued.

While there was nothing wrong with what he said, the problem was that they were married in name only!

And that was why things got so awkward after he said it.

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While Lulu kept her head lowered, Martin found it awkward to linger and he rose to his feet. “Anyway, I’m on night

duty.”

However, Lulu stopped him as he picked up his jacket. “How long do you think we’re going to do this?”

“But it’s work…”

“I know you’re avoiding me, but more than that, you’re caring for me. I don’t want you to have to stay away from

your own home after you marry me and there’s more room, so why don’t we get another bed?”

Martin looked away, avoiding her gaze as he said flatly, “That would work.”

Even so, Lulu could sense his disappointment and she slowly clenched her fingers.

“Sorry, I…”

“Hey, we’re married. No apologies,” he said, and quickly changed the subject. “Let’s get a new bed!”

“Okay,” Lulu said.

They left together after dinner and headed straight up to the second floor of the furniture store to look at beds.

While they were picking one, however, Lulu heard a familiar voice!

She turned around and quickly pulled Martin further into the store.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

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