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.

if harm came to Tommy if he did

was at once conflicted and

you there. Finish up

to leave, but Isaac followed

Irene hung her head.

you getting shy? You’re the one who came on

mind being a loser around her, and was willing to

he asked, “When did you

so direct, but it did not matter

raced as long as it was

still have our marriage

tightened just

before, and his grandfather had been in

he had never seen their marriage

that

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

in Isaac’s car, and he drove her to

“Okay,” Irene replied flatly.

a gourmet diner, and Isaac had a private room since he

dishes served were scrumptious and unique to this diner,

hungry?” Isaac

Irene replied without moving her

not in a good mood, but did not dwell on it. “Are you tired?