The Runaway Groom Chapter 787

Irene turned toward the person, who said, “Mrs. Jefferson? Mr. Jefferson has instructed me to bring you to the break room.”

Irene did not buy it right away, but instead turned toward Isaac.

He happened to be looking her way, and nodded slightly—a gesture to say that he had arranged it.

Relieved, Irene told the man, “Thank you.”

“If you’d please follow me…” The man said gentlemanly, and led the way.

The break room was vast and decorated grandly ust like the hall, and Irene quickly took a seat on the couch inside.

She wanted to rub her ankles but stopped herself, finding it inappropriate.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“Juice, please,” she replied.

“Sure,” the attendant replied respectfully, and soon brought her a glass of grape juice.

Putting it down, he said, “Just give me a shout if you need anything else, ma’am. I’ll be outside.”

“Thank you,” Irene said.

The attendant closed the door as he left, but Irene could not relax—it was an unfamiliar environment and she felt insecure.

reclined against the couch to rest, just so that she did not

flew, and she was about to fall asleep when the

awake and saw that it was

her head. “It’s

“Let’s go.”

hand around her and asked

less,” she

turn it

not want

blanket over herself when they returned to their

that glass of fruit juice throughout the event that lasted from noon to evening, and was at once

“Sure,” Isaac told her.

then, looking miserable as

“What?”

air. “I’m not used to high heels. I think I have

frowned. “Yeah, let’s get them

out for her, and massaged her feet. “Why didn’t you say that it’s

her head. “It’s not

simply was not accustomed to it, but she probably would get used to it once she wore it a

feeling gushed in her heart and she leaned

her back and asked in return, “You meant I

nodded. “You tried

clearing his throat to glaze

he had yet to fall for her, so he naturally

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