The Runaway Groom

Chapter 103

Chapter 103 Irene Spencer was a great doctor, a dancer, and a pianist. And now, a painter?

Isaac actually doubted it-those other talents already made her plenty impressive.

In fact, it was already impressive for the average individual to have two expertise.

On the other hand, Harvey was getting smug because he could tell that Isaac missed his point,

He laughed out loud, because he knew something Isaac did not.

“I heard that some artists only draw their beloved. Do you think that this artist loves me, Mr. Jefferson?” Irene scowled. “You forced me to do it. I don’t…” She paused mid-sentence-why should she even explain herself? In fact, she needed Isaac to hate her and divorce her right now!

Hence, switching gears, she said, “I mean, you were pushy, but I definitely wanted to draw

you.”

It was basically acknowledging that she was in love with Harvey.

Despite it being a complete lie, those who hear that might not agree. Harvey actually did a double take, but glee soon appeared on his face. Turning toward Isaac with a smug grin, he exclaimed, “Did you just get cheated on, Mr. Jefferson? Haha!”

Isaac might have been able to bear with all of Harvey’s antics until now… but not this,

He was well and truly furious. Even if he was already tolerant toward Irene, her words left him seething.

She could throw tantrums and hate him, but he would not suffer from her messing around with other men!

That was his inviolable limit-he did not want her interested in other meni, or to flirt with them!

However, he kept acting nonchalant despite his rage, and set his mind on getting back at Harvey right then.

That man was persistent, and Isaac would be a fool if he did nothing!

With that, he wheeled Irene out of the building. “Leaving already, Mr. Jefferson? Not getting another look?” Harvey called out, adding more fuel to the fire.

Isaac scooped Irene up in his arms and put her inside the car as he did when they arrived.

The journey back to the hospital was quiet, and it was almost suffocating to be in the car just then.

Irene knew then that he was very angry just then, and asked tentatively, “Are you upset?”

Isaac was not looking at her, but the car was so silent one could hear themselves breathe!

When Jimmy the chauffeur arrived at the hospital, Isaac once again carried her out of the car, quietly moving her to the ward and putting her in bed.

Then, glaring straight into her eyes, “You were sincere about drawing a portrait for Harvey Gooding, weren’t you?”

Irene inched away from him and said coldly, “Of course. I was staying in his house for months. in Sunny City. It’s only natural to develop feelings… Ah!”

She was pushed and pinned against the bed right then. Fortunately, the bedding was very soft and it did not hurt her, though she was certainly startled.

“What are you doing?” She returned Isaac’s glare and tried to push herself up, but he threw himself on top of her, preventing her from getting up.

Irene paled in panic. “W-What are you doing?! Get off me!”

She kept pushing him with both hands in resistance, but Isaac simply caught her wrists and held them over her head, and leaned in to kiss her lips.

Irene’s eyes widened, her pupils dilating in shock!

She quickly came to her senses and turned away, but Isaac held her chin to stop her from moving.

With one foot injured, she tried to kick him with the other, but Isaac quickly sensed her intentions and used his own legs to restrain her free leg.

He had to move his knees up to her groin to do it, making her flush in frustration and embarrassment!

At the same time, Isaac’s kiss was not gentle-it was punishment, a deliberate attempt to hurt her.

Irene could not do a thing, allowing him to do what he wanted!

There was no telling how long it lasted until she became numbed with pain, her bright eyes welling with crystalline tears. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Finally releasing her, Isaac wiped a tear trickling out of the corner of her “Did that hurt?”

eyes.