The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384

Irene could not hide in time, and Isaac saw her trying to blink back her tears.

There was a twitch in his gaze, though soon he regained his calm. “Are you upset?”

Irene wiped her own face firmly and said stubbornly, “I’m not.”

“Oh.”

Isaac turned and headed to the shower, leaving Irene clenching her fists and absolutely frustrated by his coldness.

Throwing away all pretenses right then, she ran in front of him just to snap, “You don’t believe me, do you? Fine! I’ll cheat on you right now!”

As she tried to run away, Isaac grabbed her by the wrist and chuckled. “You’re going to cheat on me?”

Irene struggled. “I’ll do it–you don’t believe me anyway! Then you would actually have a reason to get upset with me!”

Isaac pulled her a little firmly then, and she immediately fell over his chest. He then held her tightly with one hand while he lifted her chin with the other, and she could cry from the pain just then.

Struggling even harder just then, she complained, “Let me go…”

Isaac leaned in and planted his lips firmly on hers to stop her from speaking- reaching deep, biting hard and utterly possessive.

Irene wobbled, unable to resist his assault, and all she could feel was pain.

Isaac scooped her up in his arms and headed for the bed, and as Irene nestled against him, she asked softly, “Are you still upset?”

“That depends on your showing.”

With that, he put her on the bed, and her slender form seemed to sink into the bed.

Her hair was a mess and she looked utterly vulnerable, her pink lips now a fresh red because of Isaac, and the teeth marks on it distinct.

She wrapped her legs around Isaac’s waist, and his eyes were suddenly as dark as the void, with an inferno that could consume everything blazing in its depths.

And Irene certainly was consumed by its flames, and was left unable to breathe or sense anything around her aside from his blazing body.

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They kept at it until midnight, until Irene’s legs were trembling. Unable to get off the bed to take a shower, Isaac carried her to the bathroom, though he was basically relying on him to do everything while she lazily rested her eyes.

After a long while, she rasped, “I won’t do anything like cheat on you…”

“I know.”

Isaac kept her wrapped like a cocoon, with only her head poking out as he carried her. “I want a daughter.”

Irene was almost dozing off, but her eyes widened right then.

What was that supposed to mean?

As she looked up, Isaac lowered his gaze to meet hers. “Why aren’t you getting pregnant after we’ve done it so many times?”

Irene was speechless–getting pregnant was exactly what she had been worried about.