The Runaway Groom

Chapter 128

Stan beckoned for Kathy to come closer before whispering into her ear.

Her pretty eyes abruptly lit up with a twinkle, and when Stan was finished, she said, understand.”

“Don’t even think about stepping out of line, understand?”

“Understood,” Kathy said tamely.

“Good.”

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Later in the evening, once Stan had confirmed that Isaac had returned to his mansion, he notified Kathy.

In the mansion, Irene was nestled on the couch and reading a book, and acted as if she did not see Isaac return-even if her mind already drifted away from her book.

She wondered how Isaac could pretend that he loved her when he had other women on the side … even doing that to her!

She knew it. All men thought with their scrotums, doing it just because they wanted, even if love was not involved.

And here she thought Isaac lost control because he was furious! He was no exception to the scrotum rule any pretty face will do!

Casually throwing his jacket on the couch just then, Isaac stood beside the table and stared at her.

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

Irene turned toward him and smiled. “Nope.”

She acted as cool as a cucumber even if she did not feel that way, in fear that she messed up again.

Also, if she threw a hissy fit, would she not be exposing herself that she cared?

Even if she did, she would act like she did not because he was not worth it! Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Meanwhile, Isaac was pursuing his lips and staring straight at her.

Was she really this cold? This indifferent, even after they literally bared themselves to each other?

Annoyed, he forcefully pulled off his necktie and threw it at Irene-acting petty like a child! “Heartless woman!” he snapped, and stormed upstairs.

Irene was actually left between laughter and tears.

Why was he upset? What was there to be upset about?

He was surrounded by babes at work, and now he was trying to tell her that he cared about her?

She was not falling for it this time!

“Don’t you know how fake you are?” she dissed him coolly.

Isaac stopped in his tracks, just as Irene continued, “You refuse to divorce me and tell me that you love me, but you’re fooling around with other girls the next instant. Hell, did you swindle them the way you swindled me?”

Was she jealous?

Isaac tried to keep his excitement in check as he strode downstairs-but there was no hiding his glee, as it was showing in his visage.

“Are you upset?” His tone was suddenly light.

Irene was not about to fall for his tricks again. “Upset? What’s there to be upset about? I’d rather you mess around with as many women as you want, so that you can divorce me sooner and get out of my hair.”

Isaac’s glee quickly faded-replaced by disappointment, even anger!

“Out, Mrs. Watson!” he snapped.

Mrs. Watson kept her head down and did so immediately, whereas Irene became wary. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think?” Isaac sneered.

*Irene had no idea, but it would definitely not be anything good.

She had ended up with one broken leg the last time he flipped out, which she had just happened to recover from.

She certainly did not want to get hurt again!

Leaping off the couch, she hid in a corner while snapping, “What’s your deal, Isaac Jefferson,

constantly abusing a woman?! Divorce me if you consider yourself a man!”