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…”

him, and be lost in her

Isaac took another step forward, and

the more she tried to run, the closer Isaac got, and soon she was

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

Thud!

hitting the door, and seemed to hear a ringing sound while she was

then caught her chin with a vice–like grip and

Ouch!

felt was pain–it was more a bite than a

was being brutal, and claiming

not resist, though she probably could not, and had to

the 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

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

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and she averted her eyes. “My dad

in

relaxed his hold, Irene struggled, slipping out of

too quickly that

could see the obvious bite marks on her

Irene was alone with

Irene.