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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smiled as he introduced her, and beckoned for her to pull out a chair

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

humiliated her, bullying her and compelling

on edge, even as she pretended not to know

Isaac sat, Irene was about to leave when

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

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

to

Hmph.

as Irene felt

to crush her wrist.

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

standing behind Isaac, glanced at Irene just then, while wondering

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

up at Irene coldly

you bring

Irene.” She‘s a dance instructor at my wife‘s dance school, and I thought

“Dance instructor?”

surprised. Was Irene not a doctor? How did

to see

napkin then. His hands were not dirty, but he

rose to his feet and said,