The Runaway Groom

Chapter 2 The hospital chief said, “That‘s her, Whitney Cox–she was on clinic duty last night.” Stan entered, glanced at Whitney‘s name tag, and said,” Come with me.”

Whitney was puzzled. “What...?”

“Oh, just go,” the hospital chief pulled her along, seemingly not in the mood for questions. “Don‘t keep Mr. Jefferson waiting.” Soon, Whitney was in the chief‘s office, where Isaac was lying on the couch. One would notice his tall and broad frame immediately, and it would take a second look to see that his lips were pale and white. The thick smell of antibiotics in the hospital hid the scent of blood that lingered on him as well.

He was dressed in all black, and the sternness of his visage was like a terrible storm that strikes headfirst, with a single look enough to instill fear in a person!

Stan walked up behind Isaac, leaned downward, and whispered, “Your pursuers must have destroyed all the cameras to destroy any evidence of their presence. Also, this is Whitney Cox–the doctor on clinic duty last night. The hospital chief confirmed it, and I checked the records as well.”

As Isaac looked up at Whitney, she gasped—that man was the head of Light Group!

“You helped me yesterday?” Isaac asked as he studied her.

Whitney promptly lowered her gaze, afraid of looking straight into his eyes.

“Y–Yes...” She had no idea what had happened last night, only that it would not hurt if she managed to befriend him.

Moreover, it was now a vital moment – the higher–ups were going to decide who would be chosen for the internship at the Central Hospital of the Second Militarized Zone.

Though they called it an internship, everyone knew that the one chosen would get to stay, not to mention that the connections were far better than anything they had here.

If she could bring Isaac to her side, she definitely could get that internship!

Meanwhile, Isaac continued, “I can give you anything you want, including marriage.” His expression remained neutral, but a look of tenderness appeared when he remembered last night. “What... I...” Whitney stammered in gibberish since everything was happening too fast.

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to give Whitney his contact method. “Mr. Jefferson...” The hospital chief stood up as well, seemingly

“Do take good care of her whenever she‘s in your hospital.” “Don‘t worry,

were out of earshot, Stan

on his promise

glowering, and his lips curled up as he growled

was talking about the woman he was

mansion where she and her newlywed husband

instant she entered. “Were

Irene quietly replied, her eyes

tired, Mrs. Watson did not press her further as she

what had happened last night, and buried

that she had given herself to

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worse, she was married, and it was a

she got dressed and headed

her, asking,” Leaving again? Aren‘t you going to have breakfast, at

the time and replied, “I‘m going to be

was a respectable job. As such, she brought Irene a glass of milk, saying, “It‘s warm. You should drink it before