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.

Whitney

that he would come in contact with Irene without

was

the hotel, he looked around but could not find

she was very eager to keep her distance from him and certainly

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

car drive into the distance, she felt a pang of regret–if she had known this would happen, she should have asked

finally

he see her virtues,

where she met Henry Jefferson–the head of

eighties, his wrinkled face showing

had lost the sparkle of youth, he was spirited and projected kindliness. “Are you getting accustomed to your

Jefferson,”

arranged marriage between her and Isaac, everyone had 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 her father‘s mind–he did owe the Spencers a

to it, but he had even used his connections in Isaac‘s absence to officiate the marriage documentation for her

he was the one who told

Irene was actually confused as to why Henry would

he?” the man asked

she understood that in spite of Henry‘s

“No...”

promptly snapped at him, “You‘re Irene‘s husband. Why aren‘t you with

saying all that for Irene‘s benefit , because he

here tonight. Moneypenny will show you to your

butler nearby nodded

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

Isaac, and saw that he remained aloof

alone with his grandfather. Henry spoke again then, and his elder voice was filled with

It‘s

seemed to make Henry‘s gaze darken, but Isaac simply sat there nonchalantly, keeping his lips tightly pursed in silence, his expression

me for deciding on my own. I‘m doing this for your own good you‘re old enough to start a family, and even