The Runaway Groom

Chapter 59 There was no going back for Whitney, but she was still trying her best to weasel her way out of guilt.

Meanwhile, Isaac’s lips were curling coolly. To think that this woman could be this unreasonable… To think that she would attempt to deceive him with a pregnancy!

He would have made her wish she was dead, if not for the fact that she had saved him that night!

“Whitney, I won’t hold it against you this time. But know this, I’ll only tolerate your nonsense this one time, and I don’t want to see you ever again. Cross the line again, and there will be no mercy!”

Then, rising to his feet, he told his secretary, “Let her go.” “Yes, Mr. Jefferson.” Her secretary gestured for the men to release Whitney then.

“Isaac…”

Nonetheless, Whitney lunged toward him again, begging through tears and snot, “I didn’t mean to do this…!

“Keep bugging me, and I’ll make sure you don’t get to stay in this city!” he said with an even tone, but there was endless intimidation in his words. Whitney finally let go of him then, and dropped to the floor with an ashen face. Her plan to fake a pregnancy could have propelled her to become Mrs. Jefferson… but it ended up ruining everything instead! Mrs. Jefferson? Right now, the mere sight of her disgusted Isaac, and that was the only thing he felt about her now! She had lost so much more than what she had paid for now, and she was beaten with no hopes of salvaging anything! She had failed, losing Isaac and any chance to rise above! Even so, she was not resigned to her fate-how did it turn out like this?!

Hospital, Mrs. Watson arrived with

her. “Why did you come here,

sick and need proper nourishment,” Mrs. Watson explained as she brought out each of the food containers. “He told me

nourishing to the body, and thanks to Mrs. Watson’s immaculate culinary

eat anyway, and so she must admit that Mrs. Watson arrived with perfect timing.

the one who told me to do my best in caring for you. The ingredients here are top of

their relationship. Irene simply smiled, but she was far less than accepting inside. Was she a horse that Isaac was giving

had lost

by throwing some food her way?

bowls of broth, she felt sull, though it was uncomfortable lying down

it for you.” “I have this bitter taste in my mouth,” Irene replied. “I would like

be the pain from

will bake you a cake tonight,” Mrs. Watson said as she cleared the table.” Peaches are also in season

Irene said as she lay