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.

when you made up your mind,”

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his contact method. “Mr. Jefferson...” The hospital

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

they were out of earshot, Stan quietly reminded Isaac,

make good on his promise to marry Ms.

the woman who forced herself on him left Isaac glowering,

he was forced to marry, or the cause of the recent

to the mansion where she

greeted her the instant she entered. “Were you out for

fill in for someone,” Irene quietly replied, her

Mrs. Watson did not press her

night, and buried her head beneath

was certainly feeling conflicted that she had given herself to a

IL

was married, and it was a

got dressed and

asking,” Leaving again? Aren‘t you going to

and replied, “I‘m going to be

to mention that it was a respectable job. As such, she brought Irene a glass of milk, saying,