The Runaway Groom

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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Mark smiled as he introduced her, and beckoned for her

from her palms, just

it was because he constantly humiliated her, bullying her and compelling her to tiptoe around

not to know

was about to leave when

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when it came to beauties hovering

to ask tended to have something like this ready–these

reduced to

Hmph.

Irene felt

to crush her wrist.

run. However, she would draw Mark‘s attention

Isaac, glanced at Irene just then, while wondering what she was playing

would people think of his boss if they found out that she was his

Irene coldly then, and

knowing the answer, he asked, “Why did you bring

smiled, sensing that Isaac was interested in Irene.” She‘s a dance instructor at my wife‘s dance school, and I thought she

“Dance instructor?”

doctor? How

Would you like to see

his fingers with a napkin then. His hands were

to his feet and said,