Runaway Groom

as Deniece scores the highway. On the other hand, Marzia watched how yellowed yet bright light played in th

aken a bath, and put on Deniece's most sophisticated pair of clothe

e wants to make this night

mily lives. After turning left and right on the wide streets and arrays of mansions, the

come with you?

ifty smile. "No need

ust yell my name if you need anything or

has stopped for a while and turned into tolerab

nd let her in. She smiled at the obviously troubled man and walked along the spacious driveway. Before goin

t to the living room after a few steps, and as expected, the Lucifer to

still wore fashionable clothes that were dreadfully inappropriat

leave, you've basically tainted our reputation!" Ruth's thin brow arched so high that it was about to meet the peak of he

y actions. Even though Scott is the one who ran away and embar

hing to break off their relationship. At first, Marzia wanted to appease Ruth and placate her pre-hatred feelings about

t minding the latter's predicated anger. "I'm not planning to, anyway. I'm just here to collect my things, Ruth." Marzia then w

urned to her and asked hysterically, "H-How cou

dibly said in a nonchal

e hall as Marzia reached her own room. Yes, she has her own room in this mansion. It's her safe

bitter smile. 'Bye-bye, room. God knows how

e and brought her things. Then, Marzia opened her closet, grabbing all the stuff and clothes she owned beforehand. She refused

bag with her original belongings. Finally, she was leaving this g

ol her again. Not this time

ocket of her pants. It was an ATM card. Scott gave this to her when she started living

ealthy soup. Marzia didn't have a kid or a pet either, so she really had nothing to spend on and refused to take any more money from him. She's also not allowed to go out without a bodyguard or Sc

e. She pulled the suitcase down the stairs easily since her luggage was light enough. As she got to the first

everything funny, but she used to shut her mouth and not say anythi

s, huh? After everything that we have done to you?!" She followed Marzia using her sharp gaze and walked with difficulty. "I knew it!

that it was true. Her mother was a gold digger who used to seduce wealthy men into giving her money, but sh

lk about whoever I want! I am Ruth Dickins!" she

t in a broken record. Moreover, Marzia knew that Ruth was intentionally doing this to drive her away further. She

and we don't get short of breath whenever we walk ten steps. Get a grip, bitch," Marzia murmured

eemed like she had no choice. Marzia almost thought that she was lucky he wasn't here earlier. As she paused there, Ruth was able to reach her and had a triumphant grin upon seeing her son come out of the car. Scott closed the door of h

arnish Marzia's reputation. "Ha! My son... This w

sly so smitten with her son that she obeyed him instead of him obeying her. Marzia has always found this odd. She would always thi

figured that it

through Marzia's body. Scott's eyes were just too captivating that they could weaken he

oing?" Scott's c