The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 29

Chapter 29 Irene froze when she saw Isaac‘s burly figure entering the room.

At the same time, Mark got up and greeted Isaac respectfully. “Mr. Jefferson.”

Somehow, Isaac‘s eyes darted past Mark‘s face and landed on Irene.

Ever since he knew her, she never put on any makeup, and her usual sense of fashion tended to be conservative.

In fact, he never saw her in anything with straps–but now, she wore a dress so red it seemed to accentuate the blush in her skin.

Mark noticed that Irene was not moving, and reached out to tug at her. “Come on, please stand and greet Mr. Jefferson.”

However, when Mark‘s fingers touched Irene‘s hand, Isaac‘s expression darkened. If he was not sane, he would have rushed forward and pulled Irene toward himself.

At the same time, Irene stood up, her dress accentuating her perfect figure, adding layers to her coquettish side for no reason.

Batting his eyelashes, there was a brief flash that quickly disappeared from Isaac’s eyes.

On the other hand, Irene was nervous–she did not expect that they were going to meet Isaac! If she did, she would never have agreed to this!

“Mr. Jefferson...” she stammered.

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as he introduced her, and

bullets from her palms, just as

constantly humiliated her, bullying her and

even as she pretended not to know him and pulled out a chair

to leave when Isaac caught her by the

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common scene when it came to beauties hovering around the

like this ready–these ladies were pawns to be sacrificed, and Irene was one of

reduced to offering her

Hmph.

even as Irene

to crush her wrist.

pain, and wanting nothing less than to escape his grip and turn to run. However, she would draw

behind Isaac, glanced at Irene just

her face in public like this, what would people think of his boss if they found out that she was his wife? Would Isaac have an ounce of

Irene coldly then, and turned to

he asked, “Why did you

She‘s a dance instructor at my wife‘s

“Dance instructor?”

doctor? How did she suddenly become a dance

to see her dance?”

his fingers with a napkin then. His hands were not dirty,

rose to his feet

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