All Chapters of The Runaway Groom: Chapter 781 - Chapter 790

They opened the front doors to reveal a grand hall with a tall ceiling and two separate curved staircases on both ends—just like the castles one would see in movies.There were up to eight Franconian servants, standing in a row and adding to the classical presence the castle carries. "Mr. Jefferson," Pierre greeted Isaac. He was the butler, a tall and slender man dressed in a fine suit, and he appeared rather advanced in age. Isaac introduced Irene. "This is my wife. We will be staying here for a couple days.""Ma'am," Pierre greeted her respectfully, while introducing the servants and what their job entailed. "However, they would mostly stick to cleaning the building as it isn't usually unoccupied. I'll have them prepare your room."As Irene nodded in understanding, he deftly directed the other servants to work, since he knew best what they were good at and what tasks they were best suited for. Naturally, the castle was kept flawlessly clean despite its size."I shall have a

While Isaac walked over to her, Pierre was going to pull out a chair when Irene smiled. "I'm fine on my own here. You can go about your other work."Taking his cue, Pierre kept his head lowered as he left, while Irene pulled out a chair for Isaac.As he sat down, she stood behind him and said, "Try it. I made it, and you know I rarely cook.""Indeed."She would always be in a hurry to get to work in the mornings, so it was Mrs. Watson who prepared breakfast, and they would be out of the house once they finished breakfast.Isaac naturally humored her and had the eggs first. It was just plain scrambled eggs and hardly as good as Mrs. Watson's cooking, but he found it exquisite.Wrapping her arms around his neck from behind, Irene asked mildly, "Is it good?""Yeah," Isaac replied. "You have to eat breakfast no matter how busy it gets, or it'd be bad for your stomach," Irene told him.Isaac turned and put his hand on hers. "Got it.""You should leave if you're finished. Don't

Isaac actually wondered if Irene had crammed Franconian just to attend this event with him.Still, it was just two days, and there must be a limit to what she could learn.Even so, he admired her attitude."A doctor? May I ask what your specialty is?" one of the Franconians asked."Cardiovascular diseases. I'm working at a research center, however, not a hospital.""Oh," the man murmured, and shrugged. "I wouldn't have been able to tell."He meant that with Irene's pretty face and her stunning figure, it was reasonable to assume that she was a trophy wife.Still, her having a career surprised him, and then there was that fluent Franconian.Isaac studied her then—her Franconian did not seem crammed in a couple days, let alone novice. He was certainly surprised! As they spoke further, more came to speak with Isaac about business and economic trends. Irene simply could not keep up, and she stuck out since it was the men's playground anyway. Also, her leg was starting to ac

Isaac shook his head. "No, that's you."Irene naturally denied it. "I'm a thug? Am I even capable of beating you up?""Hit me, then. I won't hit back." Isaac put her hand on his face then, but Irene was not about to actually hit him even if he was spoiling her so much now. A man's face was his dignity, just as some jokes were permissible, while others were not.And Irene certainly was a person with propriety.Wrapping her arms around his neck, she spoke tenderly into his ears. "You're my husband, my world. I'd never lay a finger on you."Isaac kissed her so much that her lipstick smeared his lips. "You really know how to please me."Irene wiped his mouth as she said, "I'm being serious."That was when he suddenly bit her finger and she smacked him on the chest. "Ow!"As they fooled around, Irene's clothes were more or less off, unable to hide her stunning figure.Soon, the car stopped outside the castle and Isaac wrapped the blanket around her before carrying her out of the

Erin appeared taken aback to see Irene entering her room, and she quickly got up from the couch. "What are you doing here?"Irene said, "I came to see you."Erin gestured for her to sit while appearing a little flustered. "I haven't cleaned myself up…"Her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were baggy casualwear."I'm family," Irene told her. "You have nothing to worry about."As Erin pursed her lips, Irene asked, "You're losing a lot of weight. You haven't been eating well, have you?"Erin returned to the couch and replied, "I don't feel much of an appetite."She only ate so that she did not worry Mick, and had to force herself to do it.Irene felt her chest tightening when she saw Erin's scrawny form."Let's go downstairs!" Erin said then, getting to her feet again."Sure," Irene replied, and they headed downstairs together.There was no one around the living area, so Erin asked her servant, "Where's my dad?""He's in his study," the servant replied. Erin headed there