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.”

at least do something more sincere if you‘re apologizing? For example, getting the hell out of my house?” Isaac

his perspective, Irene was

not as if she

his wife,

anyone actually ask or show

and crystalline eyes suddenly glistened with

her eyes then, and felt as if he was stabbed in the chest

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

the sympathy card now?” he growled, though

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

“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 you. Did you think you‘re the only reluctant

eyes coolly. “What,

to this marriage my father arranged if it wasn‘t to save my mother!” she cried bitterly–she would

Nonetheless, Isaac laughed icily.

saying? That she was forced to

he

you have to marry me?” he

“Yes.”

but it left

vein was bulging on his

did she have to be dissatisfied with

did she

her the

like her, having the cheek to say she was

This was humiliating!

you‘re hurting because you had to marry

though it did not quite reach his

did not get why he was upset, and answered

she had

not hesitate to answer, and it was clear how repulsed she felt toward

exclaimed as he sprang to his feet. “Since it hurts you,

he decided that he did

to stay married and

“Mr. Jefferson…”

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