The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Irene had already set her mind on confronting Isaac, but she was more or less apprehensive about actually doing it.

Scenes of his violence still flashed in her mind!

Taking a deep breath, she mustered her courage and strode into the house, and she opened the door to find Mrs. Watson waiting for her, smiling. “Welcome back.”

“Yeah,” Irene murmured as she peeked inside, spotting a figure on the couch but not his face.

“Mr. Jefferson is in,” Mrs. Watson said then.

Irene changed into loafers before entering, forcing a smile as she offered a greeting. “Mr. Jefferson.”

Isaac lowered the magazine he was reading to look at her and chuckled. “Mr. Jefferson?‘”

She was refusing to divorce him, and yet trying to act distant?

Was she playing hard to get?

Irene ignored it. Having apologized before, she said earnestly again, “I didn‘t mean to touch your stuff. I‘m sorry.”

“Did you really think that ‘sorry‘ would make me forgive you?” Isaac said, leaning back languidly on his couch and

folding his legs angrily.

For some reason, he was actually pleased that she had to speak respectfully and act so wary around him.

Bullying her was somehow amusing. If Irene knew what he was thinking, she would be cursing at him for being a deviant!

Sadly, the reality was that she was now a miserable worm who had to prostrate herself and beg for her survival.

Irene watched him for two seconds, and decided to brace herself and curry favor with him just to keep her job.

She brought him a cup of tea, smiling. “Mr. Jefferson, please don‘t hold a grudge over someone as insignificant as me.”

The smile on her face did not quite reach her eyes, and Isaac growled in disdain, “What an ugly smile.”

Irene was actually trying to relax her expression, but there was no way she could relax around him. Biting her lip, she worked hard to satisfy him and bent herself backward. “Sorry.”

For example, getting the hell out of my house?” Isaac said, his expression nonchalant but his

perspective, Irene was an

but it was not as if

his wife, but did they know that

show concern about how she

beautiful, pure and crystalline eyes suddenly glistened with a

then, and felt as if he was stabbed in

if he knew her in the past for a split second, but he quickly averted his eyes and

sympathy card now?” he growled, though his voice was less

her voice as calm as possible. “It‘s not like I don‘t want a divorce–your grandfather had me sign

would never have told anyone about her own problems to gain sympathy, she could not be stubborn given her current situation. “My mother was sick, and she only got the surgery she needed because of your grandfather‘s help, so that‘s why I have to stay with

narrowed his eyes coolly. “What,

my father arranged if it wasn‘t to save my mother!” she cried bitterly–she would not have felt

Nonetheless, Isaac laughed icily.

saying? That she

he getting upset

you dissatisfied that you have to marry me?” he snarled through gritted

“Yes.”

honest, but it left

was bulging on

did she have to

did she think

her the

her, having the cheek to

This was humiliating!

you‘re hurting because you had to marry me?”

did not quite reach his eyes and made

why he was

her, every moment she had to

did not hesitate to answer, and it

to his feet. “Since it

he did not

stay married and make her

“Mr. Jefferson…”

on the blacklist. Don‘t

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