The Runaway Groom novel Chapter 750

Chapter 750

Erin Gooding poked her head into the door, and sensing that she had been intruding, she apologized.

"Sorry. I was looking for..."

She turned toward Irene, who caught the look and glanced at the time.

"Ten minutes," she said.

Erin nodded in response and closed the door, standing outside as she waited.

Soon, people filed out of the meeting room, with Irene the last to exit, carrying stacks of papers in her arms.

"Is something up?" Irene asked.

Erin nodded, so she said, "Let me return these to my office first."

Erin waited once more as she did, and once Irene stepped out this time, she came up to Irene with a smile. "James called me, telling me to pick the date. I think I should return to Minerva to tell my father too." "As you should." Irene agreed-getting married was a big deal, and Erin should tell her father about it.

'Your work is really busy, huh? You must not have had dinner since that meeting lasted for a while, right? It's my treat."

Though Irene was going to head home, she agreed to it since she did not want to disappoint Erin. "Sure!" "I know this place that has sweetened lamb racks, and it's quite close. Let's go!"

Irene asked, "You liked sweet food?" "Yes... though I'm worried. They say that craving sour food means it's a boy, while spicy food means it's a girl... Does that mean my baby would be something else?" "Don't say that!" Irene exclaimed.

Erin smiled-she was just joking anyway. Like everyone else, all she wanted was a healthy, adorable baby!

"If I had a daughter, does that mean we can have her betrothed to your sons?”

Irene glanced at her sideways. "Aren't you their aunt?" 'We're not related by blood at all." '1 was hoping my sons had an aunt," Irene said, though she was mainly being thoughtful about Isaac, since he had no other family.

Erin was a good person, and having her as a sister was good.

Her sons having an aunt also made it more a family too.

"What business do you have with Irene Spencer?" Erin reared her chin with feigned composure. "You'd better leave or I'll shout for help."

The lanky man narrowed his eyes. "You're Irene?" "...I am. What about it-"

The men charged forward and grabbed her before she could finish, and Irene quickly cried, "Let her go! I'm Irene!" "Dream on! We're supposed to take her!" The lanky man pried her hand off right then.

"Sis! Sis-" Erin cried in terror.

"You've got it wrong. I am Irene," Irene once again told the lanky man.

"Really?" The lanky man glanced between her and Erin.

Having no way to be sure, he told his goons, "Take them both."

But before he could reach out to grab Irene, a blur bounded forward, launching a kick at the lanky man with lightning speed!