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?”

replied as she picked up the card from the

out of her hands and read

is too small for anyone but Irene! Divorce

you. Oh,

from Harvey,

and Isaac’s face darkened while his turn red after he

eyes

seemed to

he asked Irene, “You want a divorce so that

the card, but she could tell that it was nothing good if he was that

she knew upsetting Isaac was inevitable when she agreed to play along with Harvey’s plans, and

“Yes,” she replied.

card into pieces then, his murderous intent overflowing, though he soon softened at the sight of Irene’s plastered foot. “Don’t even dream of a divorce.

he kicked the door open with a loud

was so violent it almost

He was really furious!

beat when she saw Isaac’s furious visage, somehow

she actually out

Bzzt-

was when the phone she kept under