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

clenched her fingers. She was sweating bullets from her palms, just as she was

humiliated her, bullying her and compelling her to

way, she was on edge, even as she pretended not to know

to leave when Isaac caught her by

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was a common scene when it

most parties who had a favor to ask tended to have something like this ready–these ladies were pawns to be sacrificed, and Irene was

wife, reduced to offering her

Hmph.

chuckled darkly, even as Irene felt as if

to crush her wrist.

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

Isaac, glanced at Irene just then,

think of his boss if

coldly

did you bring a woman like her here, Mr.

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

“Dance instructor?”

Irene not a doctor?

you like to see her dance?” Mark

wiped his fingers with a napkin then. His hands were not dirty, but he was

to his feet and said, “I