The Runaway Groom

Chapter 361

Irene had seen the person in the photo before–she was sorting a patient’s file for Stephen, and he had told her that the patient had special privilege.

However, the patient’s photo left an impression on her because she resembled Isaac’s mother.

But why did Isaac have a photo of this woman too? Was she the reason he went abroad?

She spaced out as she pondered when the door suddenly opened.

She looked up and found Mrs. Watson standing there, asking, “Ma’am? Sorry, I thought you were asleep, and I saw a light in here…”

Irene tucked the photo inside the envelope and returned it on top of the desk. “I was asleep, and was thinking about reading a book.”

“I see…” Mrs. Watson replied, but she was clearly skeptical.

Irene smiled. “It’s true.”

Mrs. Watsons smiled in return. “And here I thought you can’t sleep because Mr. Jefferson is away.”

Irene was speechless–did Mrs. Watson read her mind?

Simply plucking a book without really looking, she started to leave. “You should turn in, Mrs. Watson. I’m going to bed too.”

kept flashing that I–know–everything smile of hers. “It’s fine, ma’am. You should do whatever you want to do.

impression that she was here to reminisce about

was not

was not gone that long anyway, while she herself was busy and there was also the mess with Whitney. She

fell asleep after reading a couple

all the way to the next

however, she remembered that her phone

went over to get it, and could not help feeling a little disappointed

missed calls.

little obstinate as well and decided against calling Isaac,

this morning, so I’ll be

Stephen thought that the issue with Whitney got to her, and said. “It’s alright–just take the day off. You don’t have to come

have to do. I’ll come

“That’s up to you.”

Irene fed Tommy, who was now weaned–thanks to Mrs. Watson patiently

him every day.

only become more so when he was older, since he was still quite the

was eight, and Irene left Tommy with Mrs. Watson

heading to court–Isaac was absent, but she should make the trip there as

with her lips dry, her eyes lifeless,