The Runaway Groom

Chapter 112

Isaac studied the courier and saw the large bouquet of roses he was holding.

Who were those meant for? Irene Spencer?

At the same time, Irene was craning her head from her bed in curiosity. “Who is it?”

The courier could feel the chilling presence Isaac was projecting, and gingerly replied, “Are you Ms. Spencer? I’m from City Express, and I will need your signature for your parcel.”

“Who’s the parcel from?” Irene asked.

“A Mr. Gooding, ma’am,” he replied.

Irene promptly turned toward Isaac, and noticed his jaw clenching-she was just looking from a particular angle, but could still sense the displeasure he felt.

She could tell that Isaac guessed that it was Harvey, who deliberately sent it even though it would incur Isaac’s wrath.

Meanwhile, the courier quickly sidestepped Isaac and squeezed his way in, passing her the receipt to be signed before handing her the bouquet of ninety-nine roses. “Thank you.”

Irene smiled in return as he quickly left the room, feeling as if this was the worst delivery he had to make yet.

Walking up to her, Isaac asked, “Do you like it?”

she picked up the card from the bouquet

her hands and read it

heart is too small for anyone but Irene! Divorce Isaac already-I will marry you instead. I miss

you. Oh,

Harvey, all my

obvious as it was flirty, and Isaac’s face darkened while his turn red

eyes

seemed to

temper, he asked Irene, “You want a

never had time to read what was on the card, but she could tell that it was nothing

inevitable when she agreed to play along with Harvey’s plans, and

“Yes,” she replied.

at the sight of Irene’s plastered foot. “Don’t even dream of a divorce. Like I said—I’ll destroy

the door open with

violent it almost broke

He was really furious!

heart skipping a beat when she saw Isaac’s furious visage, somehow feeling sympathy for

actually

Bzzt-

when the phone she kept under