The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 886

Perhaps it was ticklish or something else, but Irene was moving around a lot.

She then wrapped her arms around Isaac's neck and pressed her face against his, purring tenderly, "It's hot… I feel so hot…"

Her cheeks were pinkish and droplets covered her devilish figure.

And the way she wiggled in his arms was utterly alluring, just like a seductive succubus!

Isaac lowered his eyes through the steam from the hot bath, but restrained himself.

Gulping, he rasped, "Don't move. It will be over soon."

"Urgh…" She kept struggling nonetheless. "It's so stuffy."

It was certainly the case in this bathroom!

"That's enough," he growled, forced to firmly hold onto her flailing hands as he washed her hair, soaking it thoroughly with bubbles.

When he was done, he carried her out of the bathtub, and they both stood under the shower sprinklers to wash off the suds.

Through it all, Irene's body was glued to his.

After everything was done, he pulled out a bathrobe and draped it carelessly over himself before trying to put one on Irene as well.

Naturally, she was being uncooperative again—it was hot since she just bathed, and she did not want to put on anything.

"It's too warm," she complained.

Isaac was almost sweating all over from having to cater to her whims, but he had to compromise again nonetheless.

He wrapped her in a bathrobe like a cocoon without making her wear it and carried her out of the bathroom.

It was safe to go out into the living room as well—Mrs. Watson was not around, while Sheryl was busy with the baby.

He carried Irene upstairs to their bedroom and put her on the bed.

Still feeling too hot, Irene tugged on the bathrobe, loosening it.

Isaac could not help sighing even as he dried her hair.

"Don't go drinking ever again," he said—the work alone was enough to kill him.

After cleaning up, he fell asleep with her in his arms.

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Perhaps sleeping was especially comfortable after a bath, Irene slept like a log and only woke up at 10 AM.

However, she started rubbing her temples soon enough as her head felt heavy and hurt.

"Thirsty," she rasped with a parched throat.

Isaac poured her a glass of water, while she narrowed her eyes, her head slowly clearing as she took the glass. "What time is it?"