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

was at once conflicted

for you there. Finish up

to leave, but Isaac followed her and

Irene hung her head.

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

not mind being a loser around her, and was willing to throw everything aside if she

asked, “When did you

not matter if she was being chaste or passionate–he

heart raced as long as it

have our marriage certification?” Irene suddenly

fingers tightened just

and

a matter of fact, he had never seen

are you asking that out of

nothing. I just

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

“Okay,” Irene replied flatly.

and Isaac had a private room since he was a

were scrumptious and unique to this

not hungry?” Isaac

can have my portion,” Irene

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