The Runaway Groom
Chapter 307

Chapter 307

They were married, and it was reasonable that they gave each othertheir blessings, instead of having one of them make sacrifices.

Irene then mischievously fiddled with his collar.

Isaac was speechless for a moment before he caught her hand. “Ithought you're reluctant since the sun. is still up.”

Irene rolled her eyes. “What do you think I'm doing? I'm checking yourinjuries.”

He had such a dirty mind!

However, he could not restrain himself since she took the lead and tookoff his shirt-he was an ordinary. healthy man and certainly not impotent.Meanwhile, Greg was boozing at an exclusive nightclub.

It had been days since he saw Quincy, since she was busy with work atLight Group with their son lan, and had no time to care about anythingelse.

Feeling neglected, he came here to drink his sorrows away.

His eyes seemed to glaze over after a few glasses of whiskey, and hesmacked several hundred dollar notes on the bar before wobbling up tohis feet.

However, someone came running straight into him at the door.

He was already in a bad mood, and was going to curse at whicheverblind fool it was who came crashing into him... only to replace a delicate,beautiful maiden in his arms.

Kathy was shaking in fear even as he held her, and looked up at himwith innocent eyes, sobbing miserably, “Please, help me... Someone istrying to abduct me.”

“What? Who?" Greg asked even as he quietly sneaked his armsaround her-Kathy's vulnerable look had instantly left his masculineprotectiveness flaring.

Quincy might be smart and always kept herself well-groomed, but agingwas inevitable and much of her skin had gotten baggy.

Kathy was naturally much different. She was young, exuberant, herskin tender to the touch... and Greg. could feel his juices flowing as hesmelled her sweet scent and felt her softness in his arms.

At the same time, Kathy lifted a finger and pointed behind her, whereseveral thuggish men were pointing at Kathy. “You'd better pay up, orit's the brothel for you.”

Heading that it was just a debt, Greg asked, “How much does she oweyou?"

“Two grand,” one of them said.

“Two grand? And you have to chase her around for that much? Youboys embarrass your fellow men,” Greg growled, whipping out hischeckbook and writing the amount. “Here. Take this and go-don’t botherher again.”

The thugs left right after they got the check-they were just paid actorsanyway, pretending to be loan sharks pursuing Kathy for her debt.Having done what they carne to do, they naturally would not linger.“Thank you for helping me, sir,” Kathy sobbed then. “They were goingto take me to the red light district. and my life would have beenruined... I'll definitely pay you back when I can.”

“It's just spare change. It's fine.”

“No, I must make it up to you,” Kathy said coquettishly. “You saved me.It's a must.”

Greg could not help chuckling since he thought she was overstatingmatters.

Smiling mysteriously, he asked, “Well, how will you do that?"

Kathy's voice trailed off, and hung her head. “I don't have anymoney..."

“Look, I don't need you to pay me back, but if you feel like you owe me,how about having a couple of drinks with me?”

“Okay,” Kathy replied without hesitation, so Greg led her into thenightclub.

He asked for a private booth seating, and told the attendants to send inbottles of wine.

Although Greg used to be a good drinker, he became tipsy and hishead felt like it was spinning after a couple of glasses.

Kathy helped him trudge along, asking, “Where do you live? I can getyou home..."

Greg waved her off. “No-no home.”

He left home to go boozing because he was upset with Quincy, andwas certainly not inclined to see her... even though she would definitelynot be home anyway.

“Well, I guess a hotel would do? You're really drunk, sir...” Kathysuggested even as she carefully held on to him, while acting kind andunderstanding.

Greg licked his lips and suddenly grinned. “Okay.”

They soon arrived at a hotel!