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, soit must mean he did not have anything yet.

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

Mentioning it would just make them sad, and since Irene changed thesubject, he played along and said, "James Cross has recovered. Let'svisit him after breakfast.”

Irene nodded. "Okay."

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

Irene forced a smile.

“Let's eat. I'm hungry,” she said, and pulled him out of the bedroom asshe 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 rashhasn't faded completely...”

Isaac quietly listened, and Sheryl was there when they arrived at theliving room. She spoke first, saying, "Tell me beforehand if anything likethat happened again, so that I won't misunderstand.”

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

Sheryl cheered up at his words, her remaining grievances gone as shesmiled. “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 notmoving despite all the good food Mrs. Watson prepared.

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

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

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

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

However, it was precisely because she was worried that Isaac wasbeing 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?"

The hot bacon was just dangling by her mouth, and she could smell thepungent 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 spreadher legs so that she was straddling him erotically. When she tried toresist, he simply held on firmly to her waist, restraining her whilethreatening, "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 finishingher glass of milk. "I'm full."

"Really?" Isaac asked.

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

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