The Runaway Groom
Chapter 417

Chapter 417

Irene turned around to replace Zachary standing there and she quicklyexplained, “It's just a hunch.”

She only wanted to tell Isaac what she thought, and did not expectZachary to be listening!

Zachary had actually hurried to them to see them off and hadinadvertently overheard Irene.

He did not believe that it was Lulu, and was quickly convinced thatSpencer was responsible.

Ricky was young and impulsive—it certainly looked like something hewould do.

“It's your wedding. What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed tobe busy?” Irene asked, changing the subject.

“I was going to see you off,” Zachary said, hesitating for a momentbefore continuing, “Also, please pass a message to Lulu.”

"What is it?” Irene asked.

“Tell her...” Zachary'’s voice trailed off, and then said, “Forget it."

It was pointless to say anything now—there was no question that he wasthe one who let her down.

Jimmy the chauffeur was the one who brought Irene to Central Tower,so she sent him home while she got into Isaac's car.

“Irene,” Zachary said as he stood before Isaac's car. “I won't press theissue against Ricky, but I won't be so kind the next time. He can throwinsults at me all he likes but Ember is innocent-she shouldn't suffersuch humiliation.”

“Like I said, it's just a hunch,” Irene repeated.

“No one else would do something like that,” Zachary insisted, showingno doubt that it was Ricky.

Irene did not like him being so assertive. “Sure.”

She wound up the window, and Zachary did not ask anything althoughhe could tell that she was a little.

upset.

As their car drove off, Isaac asked, “Are you upset?”

Irene shook her head. “No, I just didn’t like Zachary's attitude. I justwanted to tell you that it could be Ricky, but that was just a hunch. Youwouldn't jump straight to conclusions, but Zachary was so sure that it'sRicky without any evidence. I couldn't stand that.”

“Yeah,” Isaac replied softly.

Irene suddenly turned toward him. “Are you coming home with me?”Isaac's eyelashes twitched, but he did not look at her. “I still have workto do.”

In other words, he was telling her that he could not go home with her.It left Irene utterly disappointed, but she feigned nonchalance.

“I know,” she murmured as if in understanding.

With that, the car turned silent as neither of them spoke, and they soonreached Isaac's mansion.

Irene was going to open the door when Isaac caught her hand-it wascold to the touch, and she was sweating from her palm.

He tried to talk about Yvaine Lynd, but could not muster a single word.Knowing that he was hesitant to speak, Irene replied, “I know. I canwait.”

Smiling brightly at him, she suddenly leaned forward to kiss him on thelips.

“I know it hurts,” she rasped as she pulled away. “I feel the same.”With that, she alighted without looking back, striding into the house withher head held high.

Isaac was staring at her dainty figure, his dark gaze somehowdarkening further.

James Cross, peeking at Isaac with the rearview mirror, said gingerly,“She's hurting.”

And yet, she feigned composure.

“Don’t you think you should give her a chance to clear the air?"

James was convinced they could get along well because they caredabout each other—but they were now just tormenting each other.

Isaac simply ignored him. “Drive.”

She had every chance to tell him that she was innocent, but she kepther silence.

Was he supposed to live with the woman who killed his mother, as if hehad no conscience and felt no pressure doing so?

Inside the house, Irene was standing by a window, quietly lifting thecurtain to peek at the car outside.

Isaac never got out, and the car simply reversed and drove away.Suddenly struck by a spell of dizziness, she collapsed.

Mrs. Watson quickly rushed to her side. “Mrs. Jefferson!”