The Runaway Groom
Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Irene raised her chin defiantly because she must.

“No,” she retorted. Giving in, Isaac explained, “There's nothing betweenus, but I have to offer her special privileges after certain thingshappened-thats all.”

It was outrageous that he would explain himself to anyone, but eversince he learned that Whitney had a boyfriend, he felt nothing for herever again. The night they shared? The tender moment? All thosesentiment, gone!

All he felt for her now was tolerance, just because she had saved himthat night. Feelings had nothing to do with it!

At the same time, Irene’s eyes widened as if she had discovered someincredible secret.

So he was just being nice because he owed her-there was nosentiment involved.

She grinned, a marvelous idea occurring to her just then. Isaacfrowned. “What are you smiling at?”

“Nothing,” she replied, but her tone was gentle like never before, whichleft Isaac beside himself in shock!

He looked at her, puzzled and wondering why she was acting sostrangely.

Somehow, Irene’s enthusiasm continued to the next morning.

She made breakfast, even going so far as to ask Mrs. Watson aboutwhat Isaac liked the eagerness to please him was too obvious.

Sitting by the dining table, Isaac's gaze swept over the breakfast thatlooked exceedingly scrumptious, and he quickly exposed her. “Tell me,then-what is it you want?” .

Irene flashed a fawning smile, while heating a glass of milk for himaffectionately.” Why don’t you have a taste of my cooking? Do you likeit?” Isaac took a bite of the fried egg she made, chewed a little beforesaying seriously, “It's fine. Mrs. Watson cooks better.” Irene wanted toroll her eyes then—how could fried eggs taste different? Did hesomehow identify two different flavors? Still, she needed his help, soshe maintained her smile. “I'll keep doing my best until you're satisfied.”Soon, Isaac was finished, and picked up his napkin to wipe his mouthelegantly. “Still

not going to tell me? I'm leaving soon.” “Could you give me a ride to thehospital?” Irene quickly asked.

Isaac glanced at her sideways, seeing through her right then butstaying silent. She really was a vengeful bitch... and he somehow likedit? Still, he agreed to it, and she bowed reverently. “Thank you.” “You'rewelcome,” he replied.

After Irene groomed herself and stepped outside the mansion, Isaac'scar was already waiting Collecting cars had always been an interest ofmen, and Isaac was no exception. While he usually traveled in an MPVor in his Maybach, there were over ten limited-edition prestige cars inthe underground garage.

Irene rarely saw him take them out, but today, he was driving a limited-edition Bentley.

It was at once noble and ostentatious, and its very presence wasintimidating! Still, Irene did not feel awkward despite Isaac seeingthrough her intentions, and she smiled cheerfully.

In the car, Isaac was loafing nonchalantly. The space within was sowide that he could fold his legs within even with his six-foot frame.There was a smile on his lips as he asked, “Satisfied?”

Irene nodded. “Yes.”

She certainly was, though it was quiet in the car after she finishedspeaking.

Irene was leaning by the car door and staring outside, with a hand onher belly. She thought about many things last night — it would not bewise to give birth to the twins, since she did not even have any ideawhat their father was like.

However, it was a mistake on her part and that man’s.

The children were innocent.

Though it was a choice for two, it was now up to her alone. As such,she would do what she wanted-which was to give birth to the twins, andraise them on her own.

Still, she was so distracted that she did not know they had reached thehospital. Turning to look at her, Isaac asked, “What's on your mind?”