The Runaway Groom

"Just tell me," Irene said—she did not have to worry about money with a backer like Isaac.

She was just concerned that Eagle's idea might not be reliable, and Lulu was very weak at the moment—there must be no slip-ups. “There's this female colleague of mine who is strong and shows a strong sense of duty,” Eagle explained. "However, hiring her is expensive, though I could ask her over if you're willing to keep an eye on Ms. Adams. She might not be meticulous as a care worker since her expertise is combat, so you can hire a care worker in addition to her so Ms. Adams would have both care and protection. What do you think?" “Let me think about it," Irene replied.

Money was not a problem—the problem was that she did not know a thing about the woman Eagle was talking about, making her no different from a stranger.

On the other hand, it might be ideal if she had Eagle stayed instead and hired an additional care worker as he suggested.

“It's late, you should get some sleep. There's no danger here anyway," she then told Eagle.

"Yes, ma'am,” Eagle replied and left the room.

Irene then checked the time and decided Isaac would still be awake at the moment.

She walked up to the window and called him, and he picked up soon enough.

"Still awake?" she asked.

Isaac's voice was a little hoarse. "I'm at the office.”

"Are you busy?"

"Yeah."

that he sounded busy, so she said, "Always remember to

are you

replied, refraining from giving anything

asked, "Do you miss me?" "Yeah," he replied, before being silent for a while. "I'd miss

it.” Irene smiled, leaning against the window. "You can't

could not think while they were asleep,

being unreasonable now." Isaac sighed feebly. "How are things on

while. Anyway, I was calling to ask if there are more reliable people at the company where

the offices of Remy, Isaac was reclining against his chair behind his

rubbed between his brows as he glanced at the bright lights

of that, and not to ask about their children or because she

have called at all if she did not actually need

"Isaac, I..."

with that, he hung up, flinging his phone away while loosening

curve over Adam's apple was as bewitching as

even his wrinkled shirt could hide

stared at her phone after Isaac hung