The Runaway Groom
Chapter 475

Chapter 475

Irene asked, “Who is it?" "One of your patients," the hospital chief said,before adding seriously,” He's now a shareholder of our hospital, so trynot to get on the wrong side of him. It might complicate your career.”She had a patient who was also a shareholder of Mead Clinic?

Who?

She quickly realized that it might be Isaac.

He acquired Mead Clinic shares? Already?

Still, it was only Isaac who had such ability among all his patients,especially when it came to tussling with the likes of the Raideens."He's in the same ward as last time. Go on.”

Irene became even surer then. "Okay."

Once she stepped out, she headed straight for the washroom to quicklyput on makeup. She had presumed that she would see him in theevening again, so she forgot to put on her exaggerated makeup in themorning.

Fortunately, she had everything prepared in her bag.

Ten minutes later, she headed to the ward.

To no surprise, Isaac was standing near the window and turned aroundwhen he heard the door open.

“You were asking for me, Mr. Jefferson? Do you have questions?" sheasked as she stood calmly by the door.

Isaac stayed silent, because he was actually surprised that an uglywoman like her did not incur his spite.

“What did you do to me last night?"

Did she really help him sleep just by giving him a massage?

He even dreamed of Irene so vividly too...

Her scent, her warmth...

Irene was puzzled-he was just dreaming, was he not?

He was not supposed to know that she kissed him...

She calmed herself then and said, "I gave a massage to help you fallasleep. IV

"Really?" Isaac appeared skeptical and tried to test her. "I know whatyou did."

"And I did it because it is necessary for your treatment. You can believein our professionalism,” Irene replied with composure.

She was not flustered at all-she more or less understood him afterbeing with him for so long.

He would have gone on a rampage already if he knew that she kissedhim, and not just ask questions.

Isaac narrowed his eyes in turn-she was smart despite her hideouslooks.

“You're good,” he said. "Tonight, same time, same room."

“I'll be there," Irene replied.

Isaac gave her a look and said, "You may go."

As Irene stepped out, James-who was waiting outside-quickly went inafter she left.

"Mr. Jefferson? Do you suspect something?" He asked.

Isaac certainly had the feeling that there was something unusual aboutIrene, but could not begin to wonder why he would suspect such ahideous- looking woman like her.

He had nothing specific to go on, too... aside from this weird feeling hehad.

'Set up a camera in my room." He was interested in seeing whatmassage she would give him tonight.

"Sir, what..." James's voice trailed off as he came to a realization."Alright, I'll get it done.”

Irene just happened to double back outside.

She had brought some ointment for James for his black eye andoverheard Isaac telling James to put a camera in his room.

To keep an eye on her, presumably...

She certainly had to concede that Isaac was very wary.

She left, then pretended to be walking to Isaac's ward again as Jamesopened the door.

He frowned when he saw her, but she flashed a calm smile and said, "Inoticed that bruise on your eye when I stepped out-here, I brought youan ointment for it."

James kept staring at her, worried that she overheard his conversationwith Isaac. "Did you just come back?"

"Yeah, why?" She kept smiling.

James took the ointment. "It's nothing-was just asking. Thanks."

“It's fine. The ointment is charged to Mr. Jefferson's bill anyway," shesaid and turned to leave.

James was left speechless.

He thought that she was showing him concern, and yet...

Whatever. Being showered with concern from an ugly woman anywaywas nothing to be pleased about anyway.

In the evening, Irene arrived at Olston Hotel as agreed.

After taking the elevator up to Room 907, she heard a familiar voiceand walked over to replace a door hanging ajar.

She pushed it open a little and peeked in through the gap when shesaw them...