The Runaway Groom

Chapter 170

Irene entered and greeted him. “Mr. Jefferson.”

Isaac glowered at that title, but Irene was not in the mood to fawn over him, let alone notice his expression.

“Are you free tonight?” she asked stiffly.

Isaac leaned against his chair and asked flatly, “Why?”

“I’ve booked a room at Hotel Langdon,” she said, her hands clenching and relaxing repeatedly before she could finally calm down and speak. “It’s the penthouse-

“Wait.” Isaac cut her short before she could finish. “What was that again?”

His aloofness was feigned–he could barely hold back his excitement.

How could he not be pleased with an invitation from Irene, after all?

It was his ego that stopped him from expressing it.

“So, are you busy tonight?” Irene asked.

“No,” he replied so quickly that it betrayed his mood.

Irene wanted so much for him to say yes.

But she was even more afraid that he would.

Tommy if he did

was at once conflicted

there. Finish up your work

to leave, but Isaac followed her and

Irene hung her head.

held her hand then. “Are you getting shy? You’re the one who came on

around her, and was willing

asked, “When did you become so

not matter if she was being chaste or passionate–he

long as it

still have our marriage certification?” Irene

tightened just

been reluctant to marry her before, and his grandfather had been in charge

of fact, he

you asking that out of the

smiled. “It’s nothing. I just remembered it for no

the building, they got in Isaac’s car, and he drove her

“Okay,” Irene replied flatly.

a gourmet diner, and Isaac had a

served were scrumptious and unique to this diner,

not hungry?” Isaac

portion,” Irene replied without moving her fork at

that she was not in a good mood, but did not dwell on it. “Are you tired? If it’s fine with you, I’ll have someone take