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

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

because he constantly humiliated her, bullying

was on edge, 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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it was a common scene when it came to beauties hovering around the negotiation

something like this ready–these

reduced to offering her

Hmph.

chuckled darkly, even as Irene

to crush her wrist.

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

at Irene just then, while wondering what she

her face 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 of

up at Irene coldly

did you bring a

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

“Dance instructor?”

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

you like to see her dance?”

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

to his feet and said, “I would