The Runaway Groom

Chapter 111

Isaac did not move.

Irene blinked. “You want to eat mine?”

Before he could say a word, she continued, “I drank from the soup. My spit is in it.”

“I don’t mind,” Isaac replied.

Irene was left speechless, her jaw almost dropping right then!

Was this really the Isaac she knew? When did he become so carefree?

Nonetheless, she clutched at the bowl, as if worried he would take it–but that was not the

case,

since she was just embarrassed to give it to him. They were not intimate enough to drink from the same bowl!

“Are you blushing?” Isaac chuckled.

Getting embarrassed so easily? She was just so innocent.

Irene touched her own cheek, but retorted, “I’m not. Don’t lie.”

Isaac did not want to argue, and simply said tenderly, “Of course. If you say so.”

Irene felt herself tensing up and evaded his gaze right then.

She herself had no idea what she was being embarrassed about, but Isaac’s words were just ambiguous!

Isaac stopped teasing her just then, and he had a simple lunch because he was actually hungry and wanted to eat with her.

Even so, she was still distant.

“The doctor just said that you can go home to rest now,” he said. “I’ll have someone handle the paperwork later.”

“Could I stay here instead?” Irene asked gingerly

After all, she would have to spend even more time with Isaac at home than here, and she did not want that.

What if she developed feelings for him?

Zachary and Lulu were a perfect example, and she was not keen on going through the same pain.

Isaac seemed to see through her, however, and said, “No.”

They were married and should therefore live together. He was not about to let her stay at the hospital!

Irene felt deflated, when he suddenly asked, “Is there anything you can’t do?”

While Irene was confused at first, he continued, “You’ve learned enough skills to be a

celebrity. Being a doctor is almost a waste.”

She had certainly surprised him when he found out that she was an artist, and a decent one at

that!

Irene understood what he was getting at then, but she also remembered how Lionel had forced her to marry Isaac, and pursed her lips.

She wanted so badly to tell him that she had been coerced into it, just to earn his favor.

“Do you like that about me?” she asked.

“I do,” he replied with no hesitation.

Irene thought then that it took a man to know another man-Lionel certainly knew Isaac.

But did she learn so much just to make Isaac fall for her? And to use her as a tool to claim favors from the Jeffersons?

Coldness gripped her heart. Her own father really did not hold back from using her like a tool! “Is there anything else I should know?” Isaac asked then, tucking a lock of her hair behind her

ear.

She turned away, but it could have been because she was ticklish or perhaps just embarrassed. Isaac withdrew his hand, and said, “Draw me too.”

Irene was left speechless, and he raised a brow. “What, do you not want to?”

Knowing what he was capable of, Irene decided that one broken foot was enough.

“Fine,” she quickly said.

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Someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Isaac rose and answered it, and it turned out to be a courier from City Express.

“Excuse me,

is Ms. Spencer here?”