The Runaway Groom
Chapter 110

The Runaway Groom Chapter 110

Irene was stunned. Surely it was not Isaac?

More importantly, did he overhear what Harvey just said?

Still, she relaxed as she looked toward the door and saw that it wasMrs. Watson.

Naturally, Harvey saw the way she reacted.

Was she that afraid of Isaac?

Still, her fear made sense—Harvey himself could not beat Isaac at all,and it was only imaginable how much abuse Irene suffered in hishands!

While Harvey quietly mused to himself, Mrs. Watson looked at himwarily and put the food she brought on the table. “You should beresting, Mrs. Jefferson.”

Irene could see that Mrs. Watson did not like Harvey, and smiled. “Iknow.”

Even after all that had happened, she cared for Mrs. Watson becauseshe had really been nice to her.

“I'm having lunch now, Harvey, and I'm afraid I don’t have anything tospare. You should go.”

Harvey pursed his lips—why did it feel like he was being shown the doorthe entire day?

Be it maids or Stan, every single employee Isaac had were disgustinglyprotective of their master!

“See you around,” Harvey simply said then.

“Yeah,” Irene replied.

"Who is he?” Mrs. Watson asked after he left.

“An acquaintance.” Irene simply replied.

Being as kind as always, Mrs. Watson did not want Irene to fight withIsaac again, “Mrs. Jefferson, please don't upset your husband again.He'll be angry if he replaces out that I bought you a phone behind hisback—surely you understand enough to tell that he has been very niceto you.”

Irene lowered her gaze.

While she did feel Isaac changing recently, there was so much thatstood between them, so she would never even allow herself to imagine.Somehow, she found herself lacking appetite just then.

“I don't think I'm hungry, Mrs. Watson.”

“Why? Did I upset you with my words, Mrs. Jefferson? If that's thecase, I apologize...”

Mrs. Watson would naturally rather not meddle, but she was convincedthat Isaac had compromised as much as possible in his marriage, andit was Irene instead who

was having an attitude.

After all, should spouses not be understanding toward each other? Howwas Irene ever going to make things better between them if she kept upwith that attitude?

“No, that's a misunderstanding.” Irene smiled—it certainly was not Mrs.Watson's fault, but she felt a little depressed when she rememberedhow things were between her and Isaac.

“Fine, I'll eat or you would worry over nothing,” Mrs. Watson said feeblythen.

“You should eat more since you're injured.” Mrs. Watson smiled. “I'veboiled that soup overnight, so it's plenty nutritious.”

Irene certainly accepted Mrs. Watson's kindness, and joked, “It's allnutritious, though?”

Mrs. Watson smiled.

The good-natured conversation improved Irene’s mood, and she wasactually smiling.

Isaac entered just then, and saw thatthe brightness of her visage wasas bright as the stars!

And yet, she had never been this carefree in front of him. All he everhad from her was pretension!

Naturally, Irene’s cheeriness vaporized the instant she saw Isaac, andher smile faded visibly.

Isaac usually arrived in the evening, but it was just noon at the moment.“Have you had lunch yet, Mr. Jefferson ?” Mrs. Watson asked.

“No,” he replied.

“I've made a lot, so you can share some with your wife.”

With that, she left the room and attentively closed the door behind her.Isaac sat beside Irene’s bed and stared at her. “Does it really hurt youso much to see me?”

Irene simply kept both hands on her bowl and continued sipping thesoup quietly—as if it was a silent admission.

Isaac took a deep breath to calm himself—it felt like he had to use upall his patience whenever he was around her.

“Here.” He gave her a black card.