The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 985

Zachary's voice was quiet but there was no hiding that quiver in it. "If you don't, I can't promise I won't get physical."

Martin actually understood where Zachary was coming from, but there was no way he would surrender Lulu.

Heaving a long sigh, he chugged both shots, while Zachary poured himself another and chugged it too.

He slammed the shot glass down heavily, smacking his lips and saying, "Wow, this burns."

In fact, the taste of the alcohol was so hot it burned him in the lungs!

Martin poured him another. "It does pack a punch."

Zachary looked up at him, frowning. "And you're still drinking?"

Martin poured himself another as he said, "You have fine tastes. Very sweet, even."

"Are you talking about the drink?" Zachary stared at him meaningfully then.

"Was that what you're asking?" Martin asked in return, smiling.

There was no telling what either of them meant, but they chuckled as their eyes met.

Picking up a shot glass and clinking it with Martin's, Zachary said, "I guess you're luckier than I am."

Martin did not deny it, and they both chugged.

After that, Martin refilled their glasses, and Zachary asked, "Won't you be crawling home if you get that drunk?"

Martin chuckled. "Maybe!"

He did not plan to drink that much, but Zachary seemed to be in a really bad mood.

If drinking helped, he would stay with Zachary no matter how much he drank.

Zachary licked his lips. "Aren't you afraid?"

"Nope," Martin replied.

Zachary sighed, and said, "Honestly, why would a girl choose to be a forensic doctor? She'd be facing corpses every day—isn't she afraid?"

In fact, Zachary himself tried to stop Lulu when she chose that profession, since he hoped that she would be a doctor instead.

Martin said nothing and chugged another shot.

There were rarely any female forensic doctors, which was why he admired her from the start.

But as he worked with her, he got to see how meticulous and calmly she worked, even remaining composed no matter the situation. And eventually, his admiration turned to liking without knowing it!

One way or another, he liked her now.