The Runaway Groom

Chapter 415

A gentle push, and the door was open… But there was nothing inside.

Irene frowned. “Could this be a prank?”

Isaac said nothing, but he had a hunch–it was probably not a prank, but since Irene did not fall for their trap, the people behind cleaned things up thoroughly and left no trace behind.

“Let’s go back,” she said.

It was not their wedding, and running off like this was impolite.

“Yeah,” Isaac agreed.

While they stood waiting for the elevator, Irene leaned against him, but just as she was going to hold his hand, the elevator arrived with a jingle.

As the doors opened, Irene quietly pulled away, but Isaac took her hand, catching her by surprise.

In the instant their skin touched, her heart began to pound.

She had no idea why–especially after they had shared their bed for a while now.

Nonetheless, she followed Isaac into the elevator, with the doors soon closing behind him. As she pressed the button to the first floor, the doors closed, confining them within.

his face and neck, which combined

was the most handsome

be rejoicing that he was

smiled faintly at the thought, and inadvertently glanced at the elevator

made of stainless steel, and clearly reflected their

saw her ogling him,

was

a place

kept her head buried like an ostrich and smiled so faintly one would

hall, and Zachary came to

a babyish face, and had changed into a red gown encrusted in various gems, which glittered under the chandeliers overhead. She also had a

of the gown

the dress and the way she wore it did, and she certainly drew stares as she moved along,

with their elders, Zachary

introduce her to Irene, and among his friends, Isaac

1/2

to go

congratulate me,” Zachary said as he poured a drink

is my brother from another mother, Isaac Jefferson–he expressly returned from abroad