The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307

They were married, and it was reasonable that they gave each other their blessings, instead of having one of them make sacrifices.

Irene then mischievously fiddled with his collar.

Isaac was speechless for a moment before he caught her hand. “I thought you’re reluctant since the sun. is still up.”

Irene rolled her eyes. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m checking your injuries.”

He had such a dirty mind!

However, he could not restrain himself since she took the lead and took off his shirt-he was an ordinary. healthy man and certainly not impotent.

Meanwhile, Greg was boozing at an exclusive nightclub.

It had been days since he saw Quincy, since she was busy with work at Light Group with their son lan, and had no time to care about anything else.

Feeling neglected, he came here to drink his sorrows away.

His eyes seemed to glaze over after a few glasses of whiskey, and he smacked several hundred dollar notes on the bar before wobbling up to his feet.

However, someone came running straight into him at the door.

He was already in a bad mood, and was going to curse at whichever blind fool it was who came crashing into him… only to find a delicate, beautiful maiden in his arms.

Kathy was shaking in fear even as he held her, and looked up at him with innocent eyes, sobbing miserably, “Please, help me… Someone is trying to abduct me.”

“What? Who?” Greg asked even as he quietly sneaked his arms around her-Kathy’s vulnerable look had instantly left his masculine protectiveness flaring.

Quincy might be smart and always kept herself well-groomed, but aging was inevitable and much of her skin had gotten baggy.

Kathy was naturally much different. She was young, exuberant, her skin tender to the touch… and Greg. could feel his juices flowing as he smelled her sweet scent and felt her softness in his arms.

At the same time, Kathy lifted a finger and pointed behind her, where several thuggish men were pointing at Kathy. “You’d better pay up, or it’s the brothel for you.”

Heading that it was just a debt, Greg asked, “How much does she owe you?”

“Two grand,” one of them said.