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…”

be lost in her

what?” Isaac took another step forward, and

the closer Isaac got, and soon she was averting her eyes from him, saying, “I have

left fuming that she was not being truthful even now, and

Thud!

back of her head hitting the door, and seemed to hear a ringing sound while she was left

caught her chin with a

Ouch!

felt was pain–it

was being brutal, and

not resist, though she probably could

he wanted more, and started reaching underneath her blouse, caressing her waist, and her eyes widened from his touch. “We’re in

arms and carried her to the couch.

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averted her eyes. “My

paused, the blaze in his

relaxed his hold, Irene struggled, slipping out of his grasp, and ran out of

quickly that

could see the obvious bite marks on her

office, Irene was alone with him, and it was

Irene.