The Runaway Groom

Chapter 110

Irene was stunned. Surely it was not Isaac?

More importantly, did he overhear what Harvey just said?

Still, she relaxed as she looked toward the door and saw that it was Mrs. Watson.

Naturally, Harvey saw the way she reacted.

Was she that afraid of Isaac?

Still, her fear made sense–Harvey himself could not beat Isaac at all, and it was only imaginable how much abuse Irene suffered in his hands!

While Harvey quietly mused to himself, Mrs. Watson looked at him warily and put the food she brought on the table. “You should be resting, Mrs. Jefferson.”

Irene could see that Mrs. Watson did not like Harvey, and smiled. “I know.”

Even after all that had happened, she cared for Mrs. Watson because she had really been nice to her.

“I’m having lunch now, Harvey, and I’m afraid I don’t have anything to spare. You should go.”

Harvey pursed his lips–why did it feel like he was being shown the door the entire day?

Be it maids or Stan, every single employee Isaac had were disgustingly protective of their master!

“See you around,” Harvey simply said then.

“Yeah,” Irene replied.

“Who is he?” Mrs. Watson asked after he left.

“An acquaintance.” Irene simply replied.

Being as kind as always, Mrs. Watson did not want Irene to fight with Isaac again, “Mrs. Jefferson, please don’t upset your husband again. He’ll be angry if he finds out that I bought you a phone behind his back–surely you understand enough to tell that he has been very nice to you.” NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Irene lowered her gaze.

While she did feel Isaac changing recently, there was so much that stood between them, so she would never even allow herself to imagine.

Somehow, she found herself lacking appetite just then.

“I don’t think I’m hungry, Mrs. Watson.”

“Why? Did I upset you with my words, Mrs. Jefferson? If that’s the case, I apologize…”

Mrs. Watson would naturally rather not meddle, but she was convinced that Isaac had compromised as much as possible in his marriage, and it was Irene instead who

was having an attitude.

After all, should spouses not be understanding toward each other? How was Irene ever going to make things better between them if she kept up with that attitude?

“No, that’s a misunderstanding.” Irene smiled–it certainly was not Mrs. Watson’s fault, but she felt a little depressed when she remembered how things were between her and Isaac.

“Fine, I’ll eat or you would worry over nothing,” Mrs. Watson said feebly then.

“You should eat more since you’re injured.” Mrs. Watson smiled. “I’ve boiled that soup overnight, so it’s plenty nutritious.”

Irene certainly accepted Mrs. Watson’s kindness, and joked, “It’s all nutritious, though?”

Mrs. Watson smiled.

The good–natured conversation improved Irene’s mood, and she was actually smiling.

Isaac entered just then, and saw that–the brightness of her visage was as bright as the stars!

And yet, she had never been this carefree in front of him. All he ever had from her was pretension!

Naturally, Irene’s cheeriness vaporized the instant she saw Isaac, and her smile faded visibly.

Isaac usually arrived in the evening, but it was just noon at the moment.

“Have you had lunch yet, Mr. Jefferson ?” Mrs. Watson asked.

“No,” he replied.

“I’ve made a lot, so you can share some with your wife.”

With that, she left the room and attentively closed the door behind her.

Isaac sat beside Irene’s bed and stared at her. “Does it really hurt you so much to see me?”

Irene simply kept both hands on her bowl and continued sipping the soup quietly–as if it was a silent admission.

Isaac took a deep breath to calm himself—it felt like he had to use up all his patience whenever he was around her.

“Here.” He gave her a black card.