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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introduced her, and

just as she was unsure why she

humiliated her, bullying her and compelling her to tiptoe

edge, even as she pretended not to

Irene was about to leave when Isaac caught her

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was a common scene when it came to beauties hovering around

fact, most parties who had a favor to ask tended to have something like this ready–these ladies were pawns

reduced to offering her

Hmph.

chuckled darkly, even as Irene felt as if he was

to crush her wrist.

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

at Irene just then, while

boss if they found out that she was

looked up at Irene coldly then, and turned

he asked, “Why did you bring a woman like her here,

my wife‘s dance school, and I thought she could join us to liven things

“Dance instructor?”

Was Irene not a doctor? How did she suddenly become

Would you like to

a napkin then. His hands were not dirty, but he

he rose to his feet and said, “I would prefer