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.”

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

his perspective, Irene was an interloper

was not as

was unwilling to take her as his wife, but did they

show concern about how

eyes suddenly glistened

and felt as if

in the past for a split second,

he growled, though his voice was less

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

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 you. Did you think

coolly. “What, are

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

Nonetheless, Isaac laughed icily.

was she saying? That she was forced to marry

was he

that you have to marry me?” he snarled

“Yes.”

answer was honest, but it left Isaac utterly

was bulging on his

she have to be

did she

gave her the

her, having the cheek to say

This was humiliating!

you had

not quite reach his eyes and made him look

why he was upset, and answered

she had to deal with

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

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

he did

to stay married and make her

“Mr. Jefferson…”

are staying on the blacklist. Don‘t bother!” Isaac snapped

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