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The Runaway Groom

Chapter 470
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Chapter 470

The thought that Isaac was going to get buck naked in front of a woman so hideous she almost made him throw up

left James's lips twitching.

What an image it was!

He stepped out of the room right then, patting his chest and counting his blessing that he was not the one suffering

from insomnia.

With a woman like that, his insomnia would probably get worse... No, he would probably get nightmares instead!

How fortunate he was to be blessed with good health!

Meanwhile, Isaac was staring at the woman of marvelous ugliness as she stood at the bathroom door. ’Are you

going to watch me undress?"

"Gender is no issue for doctors," Irene replied calmly.

Isaac raised a brow.

Whether he had given up or something else, he actually began to unbutton his shirt!

Soon, his beautiful collarbone came to view, followed by his chiseled chest.

Irene was the first to blink and she was complaining inwardly if he was a little insane, being able to stay calm even

with a woman as ugly as her...

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On the other hand, Isaac smirked with contempt. "Is that all it takes to make you blink?"

Casually throwing his shirt aside and unbuckling his belt, he started toward the bathroom.

Irene actually kept her back to him, afraid to even peek in his direction." Now get in the bathtub and soak in there

for half an hour."

The bath was hot and steamy, and Isaac slowly closed his eyes as he lay inside.

’Now, relax. Don't think," Irene said while standing by the door.

Isaac certainly could not-the reason he suffered insomnia at all was because he would remember Irene each

instant he closed his eyes.

It felt like her very face was stuck in his mind like a splinter, eating away at his thoughts and heart.

After half an hour, Isaac had cleaned himself up and stepped out in a white bathrobe.

Getting up from the couch, Irene told him, "Please lie down in bed."

Isaac did so, but even as he kept his back to her, he growled, "If I don't feel better, consider yourself fired."

Irene was at a loss for words-he was still so despicable, constantly throwing his weight around others!

Still, she smiled. "Please have faith in my abilities."

As Isaac lay down and pulled a blanket over himself, Irene walked up and said, "Please lie as close to the edge of

the bed as possible."

She even picked up a pillow and placed it over the edge of the bed.

Isaac frowned. "...You could have told me earlier."

Irene shrugged. "Guess it slipped my mind."

"I refuse." Isaac stayed still instead, even closing his eyes-giving her a look that said what-are-you-gonna-do-about-

it?

"If you don't shift over here, I would have to get on top of you, straddling you as I give you a massage..."

Isaac's eyes abruptly widened and then narrowed at her. "What was that?"

Irene smiled, baring her mouth full of yellowed teeth.

Isaac was left speechless.

"Please move over here," she repeated.

Isaac clenched his fists to restrain himself from chasing her out.

As he reluctantly moved over to her, she said, "Close your eyes."

Isaac did so, but only because he really did not want to see her face.

Irene reached out and gently placed her hands over his temples, gradually pressing on it and shifting upward over

his scalp and through his hair. She found his vein nodes with pinpoint precision, and massaged them with deft and

dexterity.

She might be ugly, but her fingers were thin, soft and warm to the touch.

Her pressure was just perfect, and it was indeed comfortable.

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As Isaac slowly began to relax, Irene shifted from node to node, and had soon done it for forty minutes.

She was sweating, and it was seeping into her collar.

Massage was a strenuous activity, especially for the arms and wrists.

Still, Irene did not slow down-she was actually doubling her exertion.

Nonetheless, Isaac fell asleep after an hour, and Irene slowly pulled away.

Her hands were stiff and shaking as her fingers left his scalp.

She flexed her wrist to ease her soreness, taking a short break before getting up.

Then, turning around and staring at his face, she murmured, "I've worked so hard... you should be giving me a

reward anyway."

She walked up to him again, arching her back in hesitation briefly before kissing his lips.

It was soft and a little cold-and the taste was just so familiar.

She missed it.

Even if he did not love her, she did love him.

She thought to herself that she should not be greedy, but just as she pulled away, he suddenly caught her and

pressed his lips firmly against hers.

Her eyes widened in shock, her pupils dilating!