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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and

sweating bullets from her palms, just

humiliated her, bullying her and compelling her to tiptoe

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

Isaac sat, Irene was about to leave when Isaac caught her by the

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was a common scene when it came to beauties hovering around the

tended to have something like this ready–these

reduced to offering her

Hmph.

darkly, even as Irene felt as if

to crush her wrist.

and turn to run. However, she would draw Mark‘s attention if she did, so she had to stay and flash pretty smiles, or even fawn

Irene just then, while

of his boss if they found out that she

looked up at Irene coldly

“Why did you bring a woman like her here, Mr.

Isaac was interested in Irene.” She‘s a dance instructor at my

“Dance instructor?”

not a doctor? How did she suddenly become a

Would you like to see her dance?”

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

rose to his feet and said, “I would prefer