The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 839

Obviously, the sleeping gown Irene was wearing had no pants either.

She smiled faintly, and even that expression seemed to have an additional tinge of coquettishness. "Yeah. Want some?"

For the first time, Isaac was being teased.

His dark eyes twinkled as he smiled, and his voice was as quiet as it was deep. "Yeah."

Hence, Irene watched him as she tipped off her outer gown with her fingers, breathing tenderly and alluringly, "You have to catch it, or it'd get dirty if it drops on the floor."

Isaac could not stop himself from smiling.

Did she take the wrong meds today?

"Alright, I'll catch it," he said.

The black silk gown slithered off Irene's body then, baring her fair skin. The straps clinging on her shoulders were so thin they looked like they would snap at any moment, its soft texture hugging her slender but curvaceous figure.

She smiled. "I'm throwing it down now."

She held the gown over the railing, and it would fall once she loosened her fingers!

Isaac raised his hands in return, but Irene ultimately stopped herself, clinging onto it as she exclaimed shyly, "Never mind. I'm too shy for this."

She returned inside, but just as she was about to straighten her clothes, the door opened.

She turned to find Isaac standing at the doorway, leaning against the door as he stared fixedly at her.

"Don't."

"Does it look good?" Irene asked with an unfocused gaze.

Isaac studied her then.

Be it her face, her lips, her neck, or elsewhere… he was not sparing a single nook or cranny!

"Yes."

She looked up, her lashes twitching. "Really?"

Isaac strode toward her and reached out to take the outer gown off her hands. He then casually threw it on the bed. "I like it. One layer is enough."

Irene bit her lip and threw herself into his arms. "Did you know?"

Isaac wrapped his arms around her waist in turn, and buried his face in her hair which smelled so sweet. "Know what?"

"That you're despicable." Irene tightened her hold around his neck. "I doubted myself for the first time."

She always believed that she was right and she did not regret her choice.

But when they browbeat her at court today without regard for what was wrong, insisting that she had broken regulations… She felt helpless.

She certainly did not want to imagine how far Dennis Turner's family would go with the lawsuit if he really died.

Would she be in prison?