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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her, and beckoned for her to pull out

her fingers. She was sweating bullets from her palms, just as she was

it was because he constantly humiliated her, bullying her and compelling her to

was on edge, even as she pretended not to know him and pulled

sat, Irene was about to leave

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

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

reduced to offering

Hmph.

even as Irene felt as if he

to crush her wrist.

would draw Mark‘s attention if she did,

at Irene just then, while

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

at Irene coldly then, and

knowing the answer, he asked, “Why did you bring a

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

“Dance instructor?”

Irene not a doctor? How did she

Would you like to

napkin then. His hands were

feet and said, “I would prefer