The Runaway Groom

Chapter 10

Everyone was actually puzzled– it was too much of a coincidence for both Isaac and Irene to suddenly have urgent business to attend to, right? Whitney sensed that something was amiss as well. Sure, she might really have been hearing things the first time, but what about now? Her gaze darted between Isaac and Irene, as if trying to see through them.

Deciding to test the waters, she asked, “What‘s the matter, Dr. Spencer?”

Irene really wanted nothing less than to tell Whitney that she was Isaac‘s wife, and leave the necessary explanations to Isaac.

Naturally, she would never dare, because he was a man she could not afford to provoke.

She had already lost the chance to work at Central Hospital-she could not afford to lose her job now.

As such, she had to keep her head down.

“It’s my grandfather. I think it‘s something serious, so I have to go... I‘m surprised that Mr. Jefferson is busy as well. What a coincidence, hahaha...”

She was chuckling dryly in an attempt to laugh it off, but Isaac stubbornly tried to expose her again. “What a coincidence , my grandfather called me too. Where does your grandfather live? I‘ll give you a lift if it‘s convenient.

Irene‘s smile almost faded right then. If it was not for her immense self–control, she would have picked up her cup from the table and smashed it in his face!

“Oh, you‘re so funny, Mr. Jefferson. Surely it can‘t be convenient for you anyway, I really have to go. Please enjoy yourself, Mr. Jefferson.”

With those words, she basically fled the scene.

Feeling insecure, Whitney turned toward Isaac, many unspoken questions in her eyes. “You know her?”

Isaac‘s visage remained aloof.

“No, I don‘t,” he replied, but it was as if he was not the one speaking those words.

With that, he rose to his feet.

Whitney was relieved inwardly.

She had invited Isaac to her farewell party to brag in front of everyone at Charity Hospital. While things had somehow taken a bizarre turn, Isaac‘s presence made it clear to everyone that she and Isaac were linked.

see you off,” Whitney said as she followed

would come in contact with Irene

was

hotel, he looked around but could

since she was very eager to keep

door for Isaac, “Mr. Jefferson?” Isaac glanced at Whitney. “You should go back now.” With that, he got into

pang of regret–if she had known this would happen, she should have

would she finally

see her virtues, and then fall for

Jefferson residence before Isaac, where she met Henry Jefferson–the head of the Jefferson

was in his eighties, his wrinkled face showing a steady composure despite the passage of

projected kindliness. “Are

Jefferson,” Irene

thought that Henry would have refused it. After all, Isaac was his favorite grandson, and since Henry knew that Isaac despised her, he should have refused for Isaac‘s sake, and offered some other form of profit to change

not only did Henry agree to it, but he had even used his connections in Isaac‘s absence to officiate the marriage documentation for

the one who told

to why Henry would do something

did he?” the

wanted to tell him that his grandson was inhuman, but she understood

“No...”

finished when Isaac entered, and Henry promptly snapped at him, “You‘re Irene‘s husband. Why aren‘t you with

benefit , because he knew very well that Isaac was unhappy with

both staying here tonight. Moneypenny

butler nearby

well, sir,” he said, and beckoned invitingly to Irene. “If you could please come with

he remained aloof and was still not

then, and his elder voice was filled with heartfelt sincerity and helplessness.

the past. It‘s time

the distant past seemed to make Henry‘s gaze darken, but Isaac simply

marry Irene, so stop blaming me for deciding on my own. I‘m doing this for your