The Runaway Groom
Chapter 1014

Irene frowned slightly.

Did Isaac really think she was Stan?

To be fair to him, she never made a sound and came out of the blue. And without his vision, he naturally would not be able to tell that it was her.

She watched his surprised look and smiled mischievously before speaking while changing her voice. "Mr. Hill asked me to take care of you."

As she spoke, she lifted his blanket and put her hand on his chest... "Stan Hill!" Isaac bellowed right then, startling Stan outside and sending him scurrying inside.

Irene did not have the time to straighten Isaac's clothes or button it, leaving his chest bare.

Stan glanced between that and Irene's innocent look, and he was left frowning.

What was going on there?

He was not surprised that it happened since absence made the heart fonder. He was just surprised why Isaac would call him in.

Smiling, he asked, "Is there something you need me for, Mr. Jefferson?”

"Throw out the woman you brought in!" Isaac barked grumpily.

Stan was left bewildered—could someone tell him what was happening?

Irene waved him off, mouthing, "Misunderstanding."

Stan scratched his head and said, "Well, Mr. Jefferson... I won't impose.”

"Stan!!!"

Furious, Isaac tried to get to his feet.

Irene quickly went over to help him but he shook her off, sending her stumbling and almost dropping to the floor.

Stan had not gotten that far and turned to see that.

He swore under his breath—when did Isaac ever treat Irene like that? Still, he smartened up this time and quickly realized that Irene did not tell Isaac who she was, and Isaac did not recognize her.

So, was that why Isaac was so repulsed by her?

It was all the more reason for him to leave—the married couple were flirting, and an outsider being around would be disturbing, no?

He even played along with Irene and told Isaac, "Well, the missus isn't around. I won't tell.”

"Stan?" Isaac's tone eased as he tried to make Stan stay, but he frowned as he heard the door close.

Irene hid a smile as she saw the look of dilemma on his face.

His ears pricked up at her voice, and though she was not that loud, Isaac could tell that it was his wife.

He was even sure about it.

And as he calmed down to think, he realized Stan would never dare bring in an unfamiliar woman without his approval.

At the same time, Irene started to put her hand on his chest again. This time, however, Isaac did not evade her or call Stan in again, even letting her get frisky with her touch.

Irene was speechless. Did he just give in?

He did not know that it was her, but he was staying still?!

"Isaac Jefferson! You're fine with any woman when I'm not around, huh?!" Irene demanded right then.

Isaac simply stayed in bed, motionless. "You came on your own. It'd be a waste sending you off."

Irene was speechless with rage. "I'm leaving!"

Isaac called out to her right then, "You messed with me, but I can't mess with you?"

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Isaac chuckled in his rich voice then.

Irene pursed her lips. “What are you laughing about?!"

“I never thought that it would be you at first," he explained. "After Stan came in and left, I realized that he'd never let just anyone in without my permission.”

Extending a hand to her then, he said, "Come here."

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