The Runaway Groom

Chapter 611

Chapter 611

Irene's eyes were red as she looked away from Isaac.

"It's nothing," she said, rubbing her eyes. "It's time for breakfast! Also, I've spoken to my mom, so she's not going to

keep railing at you."

Isaac would tell her immediately if he knew anything, and he did not, so it must mean he did not have anything yet.

Isaac naturally knew what was bothering her, since he felt equally terrible as the missing child's father.

Mentioning it would just make them sad, and since Irene changed the subject, he played along and said, "James

Cross has recovered. Let's visit him after breakfast."

Irene nodded. "Okay."

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Isaac then got up and gathered her in his arms, offering a silence assurance.

Irene forced a smile.

"Let's eat. I'm hungry," she said, and pulled him out of the bedroom as she rambled on. "You must miss Tommy

since you've been away, right? He's perked up now, but don't hug him so soon-it's bad since his rash hasn't faded

completely..."

Isaac quietly listened, and Sheryl was there when they arrived at the living room. She spoke first, saying, "Tell me

beforehand if anything like that happened again, so that I won't misunderstand."

"Yeah," Isaac replied. "Thank you for taking care of Irene and Tommy for me."

Sheryl cheered up at his words, her remaining grievances gone as she smiled. "Eat, or the food will get cold."

With that, she returned to Tommy's room to tend to the boy.

On the other hand, Irene was not feeling an appetite and was not moving despite all the good food Mrs. Watson

prepared.

Isaac pushed a glass of milk up to her and told her with a commanding edge in his voice, "Eat."

"Not hungry," she mumbled, poking holes into her egg before getting to her feet.

Isaac simply caught her by the wrist, handily pulling her into his arms with his hand and making her sit on his lap.

Iren frowned. "What are you doing? My mom is here! Don't you know how embarrassing it is when she sees us?"

However, it was precisely because she was worried that Isaac was being so unruly. Slicing a piece out of his bacon,

he held it by her lips, saying," Eat, and I'll let you go."

Irene glared at him, pouting.

Isaac kept shoving it at her regardless. "Hmm?"

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The hot bacon was just dangling by her mouth, and she could smell the pungent scent of grilled meat.

She hence bit down on it, the succulent texture freshening her mouth.

Isaac quickly cut another slice, and when she refused again, he spread her legs so that she was straddling him

erotically. When she tried to resist, he simply held on firmly to her waist, restraining her while threatening, "Eat, and

then I'll let you go."

"You're a scoundrel," Irene huffed.

Did he not care that people were going to catch them like this?

Even so, Isaac did not appear upset, and he kept feeding her.

Having no choice, she tamely ate everything he fed her, even finishing her glass of milk. "I'm full."

"Really?" Isaac asked.

"Should I disembowel myself to show you?" Irene growled, obviously angry now.

Isaac knew too well that he should not push her too far, and that he had to let her go just then.