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

at once conflicted

wait for you there. Finish up

leave, but Isaac followed her and said,

Irene hung her head.

her hand then. “Are you getting shy? You’re the one

loser around her, and was willing to throw everything aside if she took the

he asked, “When did

it did not matter if she was being chaste or passionate–he

raced as long as it

still have our marriage certification?” Irene

fingers tightened just

marry her before, and

of fact, he had never seen their marriage

asking that

I just remembered it for

they left the building, they got in Isaac’s car, and he drove her to a diner. “Let’s eat

“Okay,” Irene replied flatly.

a gourmet diner, and Isaac had a private room since

served were scrumptious and unique to this

hungry?”

eaten. You can have my portion,” Irene replied without moving her fork

not dwell on it. “Are you tired? If it’s fine with you, I’ll have someone take over administration of