The Runaway Groom

Chapter 98

Irene was frowning because Harvey was the one who had sent her the invitation to an art exhibition he was organizing!

What was his purpose? What did he want?

She could not tell.

“What‘s on your mind?” Isaac asked as he entered to find her pensive with a card in her hand. Holding out his hand, he asked, “What is that?”

Irene passed it to him nonchalantly. “Courtesy of Harvey Gooding.”

Isaac frowned at the mention of the name, and after reading it, he asked, “Are you going?”

Initially, Irene had no such intention since she was not as friendly with Harvey as she would like to think

him willing to divorce her, she

but he certainly did not want her

not even be able to tell between Monet and Manet! The art exhibition was planned with ulterior motives in the first place. “You should

“I‘m going,” Irene insisted.

her to do it, the more eager

black, she would

staring at her silently, but she simply turned away and repeated staunchly, “I‘m going.” “Fine,” Isaac replied,

him, “You should get back to work. I know you‘re a busy man, but Mrs. Watson is

peace even if she escaped. There was every chance that he could capture her again, not to mention she could not run away with a broken foot even if she wanted to–his vigilance was simply overkill. The only thing she could do to lead a peaceful life was to make Isaac let her

their marriage in the first place, so why was he so

it‘s my responsibility,” he said as if it made perfect sense, and Irene certainly could not refute it when they were legally married. Her lips twitched, but nothing came to mind, and so they went together after getting the doctor‘s approval. She was still in her postpartum phase and keeping warm was necessary, which included layers and a cap. A nurse wheeled

crystalline gaze as she batted her eyelashes. “What are you doing? The wheelchair is right there.” “Jimmy will put it in the car,” Isaac said, not caring about her displeasure–he wanted her