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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he introduced her, and beckoned for her to pull out

sweating bullets from her palms, just as she was unsure why she was so afraid

her, bullying

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

sat, Irene was about to leave when Isaac caught her

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it came

something like this ready–these ladies were pawns

wife, reduced to offering

Hmph.

darkly, even as Irene felt as

to crush her wrist.

his grip and turn to run. However, she would draw Mark‘s attention if she did, so she had to stay and flash pretty

glanced at Irene just then, while wondering what

face in public like this, what would people think of his boss if they found out that she

up at Irene coldly then, and turned

the answer, he asked, “Why did you

interested in Irene.” She‘s a dance instructor at my wife‘s dance school, and I thought she could join us to

“Dance instructor?”

Was Irene not a doctor? How did

like to see her dance?” Mark

then. His hands were not dirty, but he

feet and said, “I would prefer