The Runaway Groom Chapter 772

"We have a hit. I'm heading over as we speak."

James had managed to track down the goons, but they were out of town so he needed to head over to
confirm right away.

He was already on his way, but he decided he should give Isaac a head's up.

"Good," Isaac replied. "Contact me when you have something."

"Sure."

With that, Isaac hung up and turned around, only to see that Irene was gone from their table.

His heart skipped a beat—the unending list of trouble that occurred to her was almost freakish, leading
to his mind always jumping to the worst-case scenario.

He looked around frantically, but he eventually found her carrying a paper bag.

He frowned and strode over to her. "Where did you go?"

Irene held up the paper bag to show him. "I bought you donuts. There's nothing else available this
late."

As Isaac stared at her in silence, Irene presumed that he disliked it too. "Everyone likes snacks, but if
you don't want it, we can just head home and ask Mrs. Watson to cook you something—"

"No," Isaac said, cutting her short. "You weren't there when I turned around."



Irene smiled. "What, can't live without me for one second?" Isaac put his arms around her, half-joking
and half-serious as he growled with unreasonable affection, "Yeah. Don't you leave my sight for an
instant."

Irene looked up. From her position, it was a direct view of his long neck and that alluring Adam's apple
of his, as well as his masculine hormonal scent.

"You could be my bodyguard and follow me around every day," she cooed in his arms.

Isaac chuckled. "What, do I get paid?"

"Sure," Irene replied unapologetically, and put the donuts on the table. "Come here, sit—I know you
don't like the grease on grilled skewers, but bear with it for today. I won't make you eat at stalls from
now on."

"It's alright. I can do this on occasion, but not all the time." Isaac certainly was not accustomed to this,
but Irene was considerate of his tastes and bought him donuts, since he did not like the charred taste
of grilled food.

He did not mind eating what she liked, but that sort of food was unhealthy, and they should therefore try
to limit how much they eat that.

Irene nodded. "Okay."

On the way home after supper, Irene was holding Tommy but keeping him at arm's reach, worried that
the smoky scent on her clothes would latch on to him.

With the condiments heavily applied to grilled food, the scent tended to linger.

Leaning toward Isaac, she asked, "Do I stink?"



Isaac turned on the ignition. "Nope."

Irene doubted him, and so leaned closer so that he could smell it, while trying to get him to admit it.
"Really?"

Isaac held her gaze then. "What, do you want proof?"

“What proof—"

He kissed her lips before she could finish, leaving her speechless.

"Is this proof enough?" He grinned meaningfully.

Irene shoved him in her embarrassment while Isaac leaned forward again, "Need more proof ???''

Irene almost snapped at him, but instead straightened herself and said, "Eyes on the road."

Isaac drove off then. Irene's phone suddenly jingled with a text message notification. She took it out
and tapped on it.

[Let's meet at Blue Sky Cafe tomorrow.]

Irene read the text, and was perplexed to see that it was from an unfamiliar number.

"What is it?" Isaac asked.

"I got a text from a number I don't recognize," she replied. "It's asking to meet."

"Then don't go," Isaac told her, when her phone jingled again!



About The Runaway Groom - Chapter 772

The Runaway Groom is the best current series of the author Novelebook. With the below Chapter
772 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks
to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read
chapter Chapter 772 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com


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