The Runaway Groom

Chapter 167

“You were consulting Stan about business administration, weren’t you? Because you know nothing about that?”

Isaac’s voice was quiet, even calm–but the undercurrent in his voice was violent!

Irene braced herself and met his gaze. “My dad left the company under my management, but I studied medicine and know nothing about business. I also thought that you’d be busy and didn’t want to impose, which was why I asked Stan-”

“Really?” Isaac chortled coolly. “Tell me, what’s gotten into you this time?!”

Irene smiled. “But I’m just fine-”

“Still keeping up that act?” Isaac snapped, cutting her short. “Did my grandfather talk to you?

Irene’s smile faded right then, and her lips curled downward.

“Did he tell you to leave me?” Isaac asked.

Irene hung her head, but said, “No.”

“Then why are you being so cold?” he demanded.

Irene suddenly looked up, her face suddenly pale. “Because I don’t want to…”

lost in her

another step forward, and Irene quickly backed

soon she was averting

fuming that she was not being truthful even now, and he shoved her angrily against

Thud!

seemed to hear a ringing sound while she was left dizzy

then caught her chin with a vice–like grip and

Ouch!

pain–it was more

was being brutal, and

probably could not,

same time, he wanted more, and started reaching underneath her blouse, caressing her waist, and her eyes widened from his touch. “We’re in an office building! Your office, in fact- someone will

her up in his arms and carried her to the couch. “No

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throat turn parched, and she averted her eyes. “My dad just

paused, the blaze in his eyes cooling

relaxed his hold, Irene struggled, slipping out of

quickly that she crashed

up, Kathy could see the obvious bite

with him, and it was apparent who was

Irene.