The Runaway Groom
Chapter 103

The Runaway Groom Chapter 103

Irene Spencer was a great doctor, a dancer, and a pianist. And now, apainter?

Isaac actually doubted it-those other talents already made her plentyimpressive.

In fact, it was already impressive for the average individual to have twoexpertise.

On the other hand, Harvey was getting smug because he could tell thatIsaac missed his point,

He laughed out loud, because he knew something Isaac did not.

“I heard that some artists only draw their beloved. Do you think that thisartist loves me, Mr. Jefferson?” Irene scowled. "You forced me to do it. Idon't...” She paused mid-sentence-why should she even explainherself? In fact, she needed Isaac to hate her and divorce her rightnow!

Hence, switching gears, she said, “I mean, you were pushy, but Idefinitely wanted to draw

you.”

It was basically acknowledging that she was in love with Harvey.Despite it being a complete lie, those who hear that might not agree.Harvey actually did a double take, but glee soon appeared on his face.Turning toward Isaac with a smug grin, he exclaimed, “Did you just getcheated on, Mr. Jefferson? Haha!"

Isaac might have been able to bear with all of Harvey's antics untilnow... but not this,

He was well and truly furious. Even if he was already tolerant towardIrene, her words left him seething.

She could throw tantrums and hate him, but he would not suffer fromher messing around with other men!

That was his inviolable limit-he did not want her interested in othermeni, or to flirt with them!

However, he kept acting nonchalant despite his rage, and set his mindon getting back at Harvey right then.

That man was persistent, and Isaac would be a fool if he did nothing!With that, he wheeled Irene out of the building. “Leaving already, Mr.Jefferson? Not getting another look?” Harvey called out, adding morefuel to the fire.

Isaac scooped Irene up in his arms and put her inside the car as he didwhen they arrived.

The journey back to the hospital was quiet, and it was almostsuffocating to be in the car just then.

Irene knew then that he was very angry just then, and asked tentatively,“Are you upset?”

Isaac was not looking at her, but the car was so silent one could hearthemselves breathe!

When Jimmy the chauffeur arrived at the hospital, Isaac once againcarried her out of the car, quietly moving her to the ward and putting herin bed.

Then, glaring straight into her eyes, “You were sincere about drawing aportrait for Harvey Gooding, weren't you?"

Irene inched away from him and said coldly, “Of course. I was stayingin his house for months. in Sunny City. It's only natural to developfeelings... Ah!"

She was pushed and pinned against the bed right then. Fortunately, thebedding was very soft and it did not hurt her, though she was certainlystartled.

“What are you doing?” She returned Isaac's glare and tried to pushherself up, but he threw himself on top of her, preventing her fromgetting up.

Irene paled in panic. “W-What are you doing?! Get off me!”

She kept pushing him with both hands in resistance, but Isaac simplycaught her wrists and held them over her head, and leaned in to kissher lips.

Irene’s eyes widened, her pupils dilating in shock!

She quickly came to her senses and turned away, but Isaac held herchin to stop her from moving.

With one foot injured, she tried to kick him with the other, but Isaacquickly sensed her intentions and used his own legs to restrain her freeleg.

He had to move his knees up to her groin to do it, making her flush infrustration and embarrassment!

At the same time, Isaac's kiss was not gentle-it was punishment, adeliberate attempt to hurt her.

Irene could not do a thing, allowing him to do what he wanted!

There was no telling how long it lasted until she became numbed withpain, her bright eyes welling with crystalline tears.

Finally releasing her, Isaac wiped a tear trickling out of the corner of her“Did that hurt?” eyes.