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

and make him willing to divorce her, she said,

not want her to go–not after Harvey tried to claim her for himself on more than one

the man was hardly cultured even if he graduated from a famous university. He would not even be able to tell between Monet and Manet! The art exhibition was planned with ulterior motives in the first place. “You should be resting as per your postpartum care routine.” He tried to come up with an

“I‘m going,” Irene insisted.

to do it, the more

black, she would

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

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

never feel peace even if she escaped. There was every chance that he could capture her again, not to mention she

was convinced he was nuts-he was unhappy with their marriage in the first place, so

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 her out since her foot was still plastered, and required a crutch or a wheelchair to move

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