The Runaway Groom
Chapter 613

Chapter 613

Before Isaac could answer, Erin said, "He's not actually my half-brother- I'm just adopted. I'm not my mother's biological daughter, soyou don't have to ask him. We can be together if we want."

James wanted to explain that he knew about that and had zeroconnection with Isaac, and Yvaine was the only thing that connectedthem.

Even so, he found it necessary to clear the air, since Yvaine wasIsaac's mother too.

Still, Isaac beat him to it before he could say anything. "Yourrelationships have nothing to do with me."

Like Erin said, she was adopted-so what did that have to do with him?Taking Irene's hand, he told James, "Now that you're better, we cango."

"I'l check in at the office tomorrow,” James said.

Isaac heard James, but he did not respond.

As he headed outside with Irene, she asked, "Will you be busy today?""What is it?" he asked in return.

"Well, Mark Wickers helped out a lot with the research for the antidote,"Irene told him. “I'm thinking about treating everyone to dinner. You canjoin us if you're free.”

“Yeah. I can make the arrangements, too," Isaac said.

"Sure," Irene said after thinking about it.

She was not experienced in mingling, while Isaac often did it and wouldknow what to do.

"How many people will there be?" Isaac asked.

"A little around ten,” Irene said.

"Okay. Let's get you home to catch more sleep.”

He needed a number to better make arrangements, and was naturallyaware that she had been working very hard lately, and could rest nowthat their troubles were over.

However, Irene said, "I'm actually thinking about going to the mall.Tommy is growing out of his clothes, and since we have time now, wecould get him new ones."

“I'm coming with you," he said and turned the car around.

"Aren“t you busy?" she asked, staring at him.

“There are things to do, but nothing urgent. I have the time to take youto the mall..."

Turning to look at her just then, he said, "Or maybe you want mycompany?"

Irene stayed quiet, more or less allowing it.

Isaac took her to the most bustling street at the heart of the city, whereluxury brands across the world set up their exclusive stores.

Irene had never shopped there before and she never liked luxury itemsanyway-it would only get in her way given her profession, so all shehad was a watch to keep the time.

After Isaac parked his car, he walked around it to her, taking her handand saying, “I saw how empty your wardrobe is. Time for you to stockup."

“I'm poor. You're paying,” Irene joked.

Isaac turned toward her, amused. "My stuff is yours, no?"

Any woman would love to hear such sweet words, and Irene was noexception.

Linking arms with him then, she joked, "Swear it."

"Swear what?" Isaac asked, feigning seriousness.

Irene quickly shoved him aside. "Fine. Stay away from me."

Isaac simply slid up to her and gathered her in his arms, leaning in, andwhispered in his magnetic voice, "I swear."

His breath sprayed over her neck as he spoke, tickling her.

Irene shrunk her neck into her shoulders and shot him a glare.

Isaac simply smiled at her blushing face and reached out to pinch hercheek.

Irene slapped it away. “That hurts."

"Should I be gentler?" Isaac asked.