The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 981

Lulu looked up at Martin and said, "You're a married man. What's wrong with that?"

Martin appeared to pause for a moment as he watched her, but his lips soon curled up in a grin. "You're right."

Before she had a chance to speak, he gathered her fiercely in his arms and kissed her fervently!

And with that, they eagerly jumped in bed for yet another round of passionate lovemaking.

They had been married for a while now, but it had just been a few days since they consummated. For them, this was their real honeymoon!

When they were done, Lulu leaned her head against Martin's shoulder and asked, "Your break is almost over, right?"

Martin nodded and turned toward her. "You don't want me to work?"

"No," Lulu said, staring at his face. "I'm just worried."

After all, his work was dangerous, and she was worried that he would run into trouble again.

She caressed the surgical scar on his chest and murmured, "I hope I'll grow old with you."

"We will," Martin replied, taking her in his arms.

Lulu lifted his chin so that he looked straight at her, "Remember what you said. Don't you dare break your promise."

Martin smiled. "Should I put that in writing?"

Lulu blinked and got out of bed right then. "Good idea."

Martin caught her wrist. "Wait, you're serious?"

"Why not?" Lulu asked.

Martin smiled. "Alright!"

Still, Lulu suddenly paused.

"But what if we lose the paper?" she asked, and suddenly stared at his muscular form and joked, "We can tattoo it on your body, right?"

Martin shot her a look. "Didn't you work at the precinct before? Don't you know that much about discipline?"

Lulu returned to bed and lay in his arms again. "I'm kidding. Why so serious?"

Martin rolled his eyes and picked up his phone, recording a voice message for her on WhatsApp. "I swear that I will stay with Lulu and grow old with her."

Lulu smiled.

Zachary brought nothing but himself, but he was not curious to see Martin waiting—Irene must have called him.

And as they approached each other, Martin said politely, "Hello. I'm your designated driver."

Zachary pursed his lips. "Is there somewhere I can talk?"

Martin nodded, and they left the airport together with him driving.

They were looking for a cafe or restaurant when they passed by a park, and Zachary said, "Let's stop there."

It was a huge place, but it was very quiet with no one else in sight.

"Don't you want to eat something?" Martin asked.

"Nope," Zachary replied.

And with that, Martin parked his car by the road, and both men strode to the park together.

They sat down on a long stone bench, and Zachary spoke first.

"I…"