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

palms, just as she was unsure why she was so afraid

her, bullying her and compelling her to tiptoe

she pretended not to know him and

Isaac sat, Irene was about to leave when Isaac

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it was a common scene when it came

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

reduced to offering her

Hmph.

as Irene felt as if

to crush her wrist.

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

at Irene just then, while

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

looked up at Irene coldly then,

“Why did you bring a woman like her

dance instructor at my wife‘s dance school, and I thought

“Dance instructor?”

was surprised. Was Irene not a doctor? How did she

to see her

then. His hands were not dirty, but

to his feet and said, “I