Chapter 868


    The Runaway Groom Chapter 868


    Isaac brought James home.


    James had not been texting Erin much since he had been busy over thest few days, and he nned


    to go to Minerva once the Dennis Turner case was resolved.


    However, Isaac stopped him and told him to have dinner at his house since he had guests.


    James had no choice but to put his ns on hold, and he sat down on the couch to text Erin.


    [I’lle tomorrow to visit you. I’ve already booked a flight tonight.]


    Erin, who was ying with Irene’s baby, whipped out her phone for a look when she felt it vibrate.


    She then saw James’s text, and the contents left her smiling, but she replied: [You don’t have to since


    you’re busy. I’m not that important—just do your job properly.]


    James frowned. [Are you upset?]


    [Yeah.]


    At the same time, Erin was carrying Irene’s baby and sneaked behind him before leaning in to blow her


    warm breath into his ear.


    Startled, James sprang to his feet.


    “Who the…”


    …hell was messing around with him?!


    Still, he was left gaping when he saw Erin, unable to believe his eyes.


    “W-When did youe back?” he stammered.


    “Just did,” she replied.


    James rubbed his nose. “I thought you were really upset. You scared me to death.”


    “What? Look, you’re still alive,” Erin replied.


    “Cut that out,” he said, walking up to her and taking Irene’s baby off her hands.


    Then, leaning in to whisper into her ear, he asked, “Did youe to see me?”


    “Yeah,” she murmured softly. “I know you’re busy, so I came instead.”


    James was certainly emotional.


    He would like to hold her hand or hug her, but he restrained himself since this was not the ce.


    Thedies were still busy in the kitchen.


    Isaac, who felt like a third-wheeler in the living room, followed Irene around as she set up the table.


    Since she could not cook more than a handful of dishes, Mrs. Watson was the main chef, while Irene


    and Sheryl helped out.


    “Thank goodness our kitchen is huge, or it wouldn’t fit so many people,” Isaac told her just then.


    Irene thought nothing of it, while Sheryl told her, “We’re almost ready here. You can go!”


    “Yes, yes,” Mrs Watson echoed.


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    As such, when she was done, Irene dragged Isaac along out of the kitchen, but saw no one when they


    stepped out to the living room.


    They went outside to find everyone in the courtyard, and Isaac took his baby off James’s hands.


    It was rare for him to meet Erin, and they should not let babysitting take up their time since they could


    meet now.


    “Mrs. Watson has been doing some gardening in the backyard and the flowers are just starting to


    blossom. You should check that out,” Irene said.


    Still, what she meant was too obvious and Erin got a little embarrassed.


    James, however, said boldly, “Alright, I’ll take her there.”


    He took Erin’s hand and they headed there.


    “Mommy!” Tommy called out to her from his Bumblebee just then, and Irene waved at him.


    Lulu and Martin happened to return just then as well, and everyone took a seat on the garden stools


    since dinner was not ready yet.


    Having so many people in the mansion felt festive, though they never really gathered for festivities


    around here.


    As they chatted, Lulu asked Isaac about Irene’s case, and Isaac told them that it had been resolved,


    with Neil epting his graciousness.


    Moreover, New Suns Pharma would face bankruptcy after being linked to so many criminal activities.


    With that in mind, Lulu said, “Alright, then I’ll be leaving tomorrow.”


    Irene did not ask her to stay, since she was pregnant and Martin should be going back to work soon.


    They could not stay for too long.


    Still, Irene said, “I’ll visit you when the baby arrives.”


    “Of course,” Lulu replied.


    When dinner was ready, everyone went inside.


    It was fortunate that the mansion was huge, and the dining tablerge enough to fit everyone with room


    to spay.


    As usual, Mrs. Watson’s culinary skills were immacte, and the dishes she made looked as good as


    they tasted.


    Irene offered a toast since it was a rare asion, and everyone drank together—naturally, those who


    were abstaining from alcohol drank fruit juice instead.


    However, they were just raising their sses when Irene’s phone rang.


    Whipping it out, she frowned when she saw the caller.


    After hesitating for a moment, she answered it anyway and whispered, “What do you want?”