The Runaway Groom
Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Isaac studied the courier and saw the large bouquet of roses he was holding.

Who were those meant for? Irene Spencer?

At the same time, Irene was craning her head from her bed in curiosity. “Who is it?"

The courier could feel the chilling presence Isaac was projecting, and gingerly replied, “Are you Ms. Spencer? I'm from City Express, and I will need your signature for your parcel.”

“Who's the parcel from?” Irene asked.

“A Mr. Gooding, ma'am,” he replied.

Irene promptly turned toward Isaac, and noticed his jaw clenching-she was just looking from a particular angle, but could still sense the displeasure he felt.

She could tell that Isaac guessed that it was Harvey, who deliberately sent it even though it would incur Isaac's wrath.

Meanwhile, the courier quickly sidestepped Isaac and squeezed his way in, passing her the receipt to be signed before handing her the bouquet of ninety-nine roses. “Thank you.”

Irene smiled in return as he quickly left the room, feeling as if this was the worst delivery he had to make yet.

Walking up to her, Isaac asked, “Do you like it?”

“All women would,” Irene replied as she picked up the card from the bouquet and read it.

Isaac snorted and snatched it out of her hands and read it before she could.

[I only wish that I can be in your heart, and my heart is too small for anyone but Irene! Divorce Isaac already-l will marry you instead. I miss you]

you. Oh,

[To Irene from Harvey, all my love.]

His wording was as obvious as it was flirty, and Isaac’s face darkened while his turn red after he was done.

eyes

seemed to

Restraining his temper, he asked Irene, “You want a divorce so that you can marry Harvey Gooding?”

Irene never had time to read what was on the card, but she could tell that it was nothing good if he was that upset.

Still, she knew upsetting Isaac was inevitable when she agreed to play along with Harvey's plans, and that was her plan anyway.

“Yes,” she replied.

Isaac tore the card into pieces then, his murderous intent overflowing, though he soon softened at the sight of Irene’s plastered foot. “Don’t even dream of a divorce. Like I said—I'll destroy any man you have!” With that, he kicked the door open with a loud bang!

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He was really furious!

Irene flinched in surprise, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Isaac’s furious visage, somehow feeling sympathy for him just then. Was she actually out of line...?

Bzzt-

That was when the phone she kept under her pillow vibrated. Composing herself, she picked up to see that Sheryl had sent a video of Tommy. He was awake and looking everywhere without focusing on anything.

Irene remembered how red his skin was after he was born, but he had since become fair- skinned and even had a faint pink blush.

He was just so small and adorable.

She clasped a hand over her lips, her eyes turning watery just then. She was separated from him almost soon after she gave birth, before she could spend any time with him.

She missed him so much-she wanted to cradle him and kiss him.

All her remorse about upsetting Isaac hence vaporized. There was no way she could relent now! Her child needed her, and she must return to her side as soon as possible!

If she wanted to be free of that man, she must make him agree to a divorce. That was the only way she could be with her own child.

That was when the door suddenly swung open, and Irene quickly hid the phone beneath her sheets and looked toward the doorway.

Stan was there with several other men-he was courteous toward Irene these days after learning that Isaac cared about her.

“Mrs. Jefferson, the doctors are saying that you can be discharged. He's also asked me to send you to the mansion.”

Isaac’s wording for those orders was hardly that polite.

“I know,” Irene replied.

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