The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 640

Chapter 640

Isaac was standing by the door, having a clear view of what Irene was doing.

As he strode in, Irene asked, "Have you had dinner yet?”

Isaac said nothing, instead walking up to her and putting a hand on her scarred face.

Irene watched him and joked, ’If I married you like this, won't people say that you married ugly?"

"No one would have the balls to say that," Isaac replied, gently caressing her cheek.

'They might, behind your back," Irene said, taking his hand off. "Take your shower. I'm checking on the children downstairs."

Isaac caught her by the wrist. "We have people doing that. You, on the other hand, are getting weird."

"Mom was suggesting that I get plastic surgery," Irene said. "She told me that this doesn't look good."

Isaac smiled. ’It doesn't."

Irene glared at him right then. "I thought you said you didn't mind."

Isaac kept smiling. "I don't!"

"So why doesn't this look good?"

Perhaps he did not like how she looked now and was just lying that he did not mind?

"Ah, so you're not actually above the rest and prefer a pretty face. You must hate how I look right now, and you're finally admitting to it..."

Isaac frowned.

Why was she getting annoyed? He was just kidding.

Isaac wrapped his arms around her. "Are you upset?"

Irene was scowling and struggled. "Let me go..."

"Nope. Let me show you if I care."

Holding on to her, he kissed her and said, "Maybe I should get myself disfigured too? That would make us a match, right?"

Irene was amused despite herself. "You're so annoying."

Isaac kept bugging her anyway. "I really don't mind."

'Fine, I get it," Irene growled, but her irritation had already faded just then.

'Good. Now, I'll prove it to you," he whispered, and reached underneath her pajamas.

Irene gave in immediately. "Fine, I get it, stop-it tickles!"

'Where does it tickle? I'll scratch it for you."