The Runaway Groom

Chapter 170

Irene entered and greeted him. “Mr. Jefferson.”

Isaac glowered at that title, but Irene was not in the mood to fawn over him, let alone notice his expression.

“Are you free tonight?” she asked stiffly.

Isaac leaned against his chair and asked flatly, “Why?”

“I’ve booked a room at Hotel Langdon,” she said, her hands clenching and relaxing repeatedly before she could finally calm down and speak. “It’s the penthouse-

“Wait.” Isaac cut her short before she could finish. “What was that again?”

His aloofness was feigned–he could barely hold back his excitement.

How could he not be pleased with an invitation from Irene, after all?

It was his ego that stopped him from expressing it.

“So, are you busy tonight?” Irene asked.

“No,” he replied so quickly that it betrayed his mood.

Irene wanted so much for him to say yes.

But she was even more afraid that he would.

What if harm came to Tommy if he did not play along?

She was at once conflicted and hurting.

“I will wait for you there. Finish up your work for now.”

She turned to leave, but Isaac followed her and said, “Let’s go together.”

Irene hung her head.

Isaac held her hand then. “Are you getting shy? You’re the one who came on to me.”

He did not mind being a loser around her, and was willing to throw everything aside if she took the lead.

Grinning, he asked, “When did you become so open?”

She had never been so direct, but it did not matter if she was being chaste or passionate–he liked it either way.

His heart raced as long as it was her.

“Do you still have our marriage certification?” Irene suddenly asked.

Isaac’s fingers tightened just then.

He had been reluctant to marry her before, and his grandfather had been in charge of everything.

As a matter of fact, he had never seen their marriage certificate.

“Why are you asking that out of the blue?”

Irene smiled. “It’s nothing. I just remembered it for no reason.”

Once they left the building, they got in Isaac’s car, and he drove her to a diner. “Let’s eat first.”

“Okay,” Irene replied flatly.

It was a gourmet diner, and Isaac had a private room since he was a VIP.

The dishes served were scrumptious and unique to this diner, but Irene simply had no appetite.

“You’re not hungry?” Isaac asked.

“I’ve eaten. You can have my portion,” Irene replied without moving her fork at all.

Isaac noticed then that she was not in a good mood, but did not dwell on it. “Are you tired? If it’s fine with you, I’ll have someone take over administration of Spencer Holdings…”

“No,” Irene said, forcing a smile. “I should be doing my best because my father entrusted it to me. I have to keep an eye on Ricky Spencer too, or I’d worry.”

“I thought you didn’t like him,” Isaac said as he took a sip of soup.

Irene pursed her lips. “My father asked me to take care of him, so I have to.”

Isaac did not argue–in spite of everything, Irene still felt a bond with Lionel. Otherwise, she would not have helped him look after his mistress’s son, or take over management of his

company.

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After dinner, Isaac started driving them home, and Irene became flustered when she saw that it was the route back to the mansion.

“I told you I booked a room at the hotel, didn’t I?”

“Our home is better, no?” Isaac chuckled.

“No, we should go to the hotel,” she blurted.

Isaac turned toward her. “What…”

“Come on, we’re married. Shouldn’t we occasionally spice things up a little?” Irene quickly

said.

“You’re being weird.”

Isaac noticed that something was out of place despite her persistent fawning.