The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 789

Isaac looked up and held Irene's gaze for seconds. "You'll find out eventually."

Irene frowned. "Acting all hush-hush would just make me more curious."

"Get over here." Isaac put down his knife and fork then, and reclined slightly in his chair.

Irene hesitated for a moment before walking around the table to him.

He took her hand and pulled, and she fell on his lap.

Putting his hand around her waist, he asked, "When did you learn Franconian?"

"While I was in school," Irene replied.

There was a flash of admiration in Isaac's eyes as she leaned on his shoulder and added, "I guess my dad was right."

Lionel Spencer might have disregarded her feelings and even coerced her to do things she did not like, but it was too evident that looks were not everything for the companion of a successful man.

Even if she was not his equal, she at least needed some extent of knowledge and culture.

She suddenly thought that it would have been great if Lionel were still alive—he would most certainly be overjoyed to see them getting together for real.

"What's on your mind?" Isaac asked, having seen that she was spacing out.

"N-Nothing," Irene replied, shaking her head and quickly composing herself. She then picked up a shrimp, peeled it, and slowly chewed it, savoring the fresh soft flesh inside.

She picked up another, peeled it as well, and held it by Isaac's lips. "Try it. It's good."

Isaac leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Feed me."

Irene blinked and stared at the shrimp in her hand.

Was she not doing just that?

She asked blankly, "Am I doing something wrong?"

Isaac had a twinkle in his eye as he smiled faintly. "I'll teach you."

He bit the piece of shrimp, holding it in his mouth and aiming it at hers.

As Irene's eyes widened, he delivered the shrimp into her mouth.

She blushed for a while, but feigned composure and said, "It's just your spirit."

As Isaac chuckled, she quickly tried to change the subject. "Are we leaving tomorrow?"