The Runaway Groom
Chapter 98

Chapter 98

Irene was frowning because Harvey was the one who had sent her theinvitation to an art exhibition he was organizing!

What was his purpose? What did he want?

She could not tell.

“What's on your mind?” Isaac asked as he entered to replace her pensivewith a card in her

hand. Holding out his hand, he asked, “What is that?"

Irene passed it to him nonchalantly. “Courtesy of Harvey Gooding.”Isaac frowned at the mention of the name, and

after reading it, he asked, “Are you going?”

Initially, Irene had no such intention since she was

not as friendly with Harvey as she would like to think

However, to disgust Isaac and make

him willing to divorce her, she said, “Yeah.”

Isaac pursed

her lips. He had no idea what Irene was thinking, but he certainly

did not want her to go—

not after Harvey tried to claim her for himself on more than oneoccasion.

Moreover, the man was hardly cultured even if he graduated from afamous university. He would not even be able to tell between Monet ancmotives in the first place. “You should be resting as per yourpostpartum care routine.” He tried to come up with an excuse.

“I'm going,” Irene insisted.

The more he did not want her to do it, the more eager

she would be to do it just to upset him.

If he demanded black, she would take white!

Isaac was left staring at her silently, but she simply turned away andrepeated staunchly, “I'm going.” “Fine,” Isaac replied, seemingly seeingI'd be worried if you went alone.”

Irene was speechless for a while, but soon

told him, “You should get back to work. I

know you're a busy man, but Mrs. Watson is here with me. Don’t worry

I won't leave again until you've agreed to divorce me.”

In the end, she understood very well that as long as he refused todivorce her, she would never feel peace even if she escaped. Therewas every chance that he could capture her again, not to mention shecould not run away with a broken foot even if she wanted to—

his vigilance was simply overkill. The only thing she could do to lead apeaceful life was to make Isaac let her go on his own accord

It was no exaggeration to say that she was convinced he was nuts-hewas unhappy with their marriage in the first place, so why was he soobsessed to hold on to it now?

“I'm your husband, and it's my responsibility,” he said as if it madeperfect sense, and

Irene certainly could not refute it when they were legally married. Her lipthe doctor's approval. She was still in her postpartum phase and keepinwas still plastered, and required a crutch or

a wheelchair to move the latter was preferable since she had recently giThat was when Isaac scooped her up in his arms. She blinked, surprisegaze as she

batted her eyelashes. “What are you doing? The wheelchair is right therhe wanted her in his arms.

Irene's arms were

dangling at her sides when he deliberately loosened his grip. Terrified, tIIsaac loved every

moment that she was holding him, and was smiling smugly. Looking doyIrene was confused, and once again

wondered if he really was nuts. “How would I know?" Isaac said pointedIrene had no idea what he was getting at, and simply thought it a miscorAs they stepped outside

the hospital, Isaac held her even tighter so that she would not catch a c«opened the door to let them in, and he gently placed her in the car and sIrene looked up to replace the serious, doting look on her face, and sudden!but she dispeled the thought soon enough.

A man who pushed her off a building without caring for her life, being nicShe really doubted that.