The Runaway Groom

Chapter 181

Irene smiled.

After that, Zachary told her to get some proper rest before leaving with Lulu.

However, Irene felt that she was no longer sleepy, though when she left to find Harvey, he had already arrived at Spencer Mansion.

He was smiling and appeared spirited.

Irene remained impassive, and asked curtly, “When can I see my child?”

“Like I said, after our wedding. Now, which card do you prefer?”

He had brought several wedding cards, each having different styles so that she could pick one she liked.

Irene found the man’s behavior bizarre just then–she insisted that she did not love him, and had only promised to marry him to save her child.

Was he crazy? Picking an invite at a time like this?

“Just do whatever you like. You don’t have to ask me about anything,” she said, planting herself on the couch.

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“Fine, that’ll do,” Harvey replied. “Once the invitations are prepared, I’ll send the first one to Isaac Jefferson.”

Irene was not in the mood to play around, and simply nestled on the couch.

“Are you sick?” Harvey walked up, but she sprang to her feet the instant he sat beside her. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

He raised a brow. “Do you hate me that much?”

Irene snorted. “What do you think?”

“You should be trying to get used to me–weren’t we getting along just fine back in Sunny City?”

Patting the spot beside himself, he said, “Come on, sit here.”

Irene sat opposite him. “You don’t have to go through such lengths. I could go with you to register our marriage right now.”

“No way,” Harvey chuckled. “I’ll have a grand, flashy wedding so that everyone will know you’re mine. Anyway, I’ve asked some foreign tailors to prepare your dress–which do you prefer, a conservative one, or a modern one?”

“Whatever.” Irene could not stand his ramblings and had no interest in any of that.

He could do anything he liked for all she cared–she just wanted her baby back.

“I get to decide everything? Come on, you have to work with me.”

Irene was heading upstairs, and scowled at his words. “Promising to marry you is already my limit. What more do you want?”

Seeing that she was getting grumpy, Harvey did not push her. “Alright, I won’t bother you.”

He wanted to appear before Isaac with Irene to brag, but gave up since she was on the verge of snapping.

“Get some rest over the next few days. Just be my beautiful bride on the day of our wedding,” Harvey said as he rose to his feet. “I’ll be going now.”

Irene wanted nothing less, but could not risk upsetting him for the sake of her child. “Take care of my son.”

Harvey grinned. “You don’t have to worry.”

Three days later, Harvey brought his first wedding invitation to Isaac personally.

He appeared spirited and strutting as he asked, “Mr. Jefferson, you must be free this Saturday, yes?”

Isaac was not even bothered to look his way. “If that’s all you have to say, you can leave.”

There was no way that would happen because Harvey was there to brag. Pushing the invitation in front of Isaac, he said, “I’ll be marrying Irene Spencer. You’ll be there, won’t you?”