The Runaway Groom

Chapter 33 Irene took a step back in alarm as Harvey studied her from head to toe. . She appeared a little disheveled, but it did not dull her beauty-her red gown only accentuated her womanly wiles further.

His expression darkened, and the thought of her repeatedly hurting him field his impulse to seize her and give her her just deserts! Alighting, he said, “We keep running into each other, don’t we?” Irene turned to run, but Harvey slid in front of her thanks to prior experience. “Where do you think you’re going?” Irene turned pale in fear, because she knew very well what he wanted.

“Irene Spencer, was it? Did you use to play football? Have you any idea how much my nose bled after you hit me?!” Harvey snarled, because she was the first to absolutely wreck him!

He approached her as he spoke, and Irene backed away, barefooted as she was still holding her heels and staring at him warily. Nonetheless, that was when Stan suddenly returned. Seeing what was happening, he quickly alighted to stand between Harvey and Irene. “Had a little too much to drink, Mr. Gooding?” Harvey raised a brow at him. “Look who’s talking.” Stan warned him then, knowing what he was up to. “Did you forget what Mr. Jefferson told you?”

Harvey’s eyes flashed, but he chuckled. “No, I haven’t.”

With that, he avoided a direct confrontation against Stan-Irene was not getting away any time soon! Even as he returned to his car, he turned to give Irene, who flinched and hid behind Stan, a look.

“I’ll be driving you home,” Stan said. Irene followed him into his car, and asked, “Didn’t you leave?”

“I did,” Stan replied. Isaac had called him halfway to drive her home, but he did not mention that. Irene thought that he had something to do, so refrained from asking and simply sat quietly in the car. However, Stan could not resist peeking at her face and his impulse to gossip. “Did Mr.

Jefferson hit you?” Irene was arching her back and rubbing her ankles. To her, Whitney and Isaac were one and the same–it did not matter who actually hit her.

“More or less,” she replied. Stan promptly kept his eyes on the road without glancing at her again.

They soon returned to the mansion, with Mrs. Watson greeting Irene when she entered.

“Have you had dinner?” she asked.

thanks for asking,” Irene replied and

her laptop, and it jingled with a notification: she had cleared her assessment to be an online medical consultant, and her application had since been approved. She would be

earn some money on

Irene

fresh

her wondering if there was a system error or if she had made a mistake while

not well-versed in andrology, consultations must be

to give an answer and offer the

before heading to the shower again. Soon, there was splashing from the

entered, glanced

of her towel slipping off

out of his mind? Why would he

but that was when Irene’s laptop jingled on the couch with another

with that patient just now, who was now consulting her over further questions. Isaac narrowed his eyes. What could this be about? He scrolled through the chat records, frowning further the more he

Are you satisfied

staring and blinking at

of pajamas, covering up to her wrist and ankles and only baring her neck. She

was his territory. There was nothing she could do if he

Even so…

permission,” she said as