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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Spencer.” Mark smiled as he introduced her, and beckoned for her to pull out a chair

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

her, bullying her and compelling her

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

about to leave when Isaac caught

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when it came to

to have something like this ready–these ladies were pawns to be sacrificed, and Irene was one of

to offering her

Hmph.

chuckled 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,

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

this, what would people think of his boss if they found out that she was his wife? Would Isaac have an ounce of dignity

at Irene coldly then,

he asked, “Why did you

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

“Dance instructor?”

not a doctor? How did she suddenly become a

Would you like to

His hands were not dirty,

to his feet