The Runaway Groom
Chapter 121

Chapter 121

“That's enough!” Lionel snapped at Samantha.

The woman simply snorted and ignored him, while warning Irene, “You're married and you're no longer a part of our family. Don't even think of getting a dime from the Spencer estate- everything belongs to Ricky now.”

Lionel was incensed. “I'm still alive, and you're talking about inheritance already? You really want me dead, don’t you?”

If he died now, it would be from all the stress Samantha gave him! Knowing that she had misspoken, Samantha quickly caved and started rubbing his back. " What are you saying? You're my dependent...” Naturally, she did not want Lionel to die now, because she had yet to persuade him to leave a will!

Irene shot Samantha a look then. It was obvious to her that the woman was already gunning for the Spencer estate, but she said nothing and left the ward.

“Let's go, Mrs. Watson,” she said, letting Mrs. Watson hold her wheelchair then.

After Irene had her plaster cast removed, the doctor told her that she could start walking in a few days. However, she should also refrain from anything strenuous that involved her legs, such as running.

With that finished, she checked in with Dr. Kelly and asked about Lionel, who admitted that he was in bad shape and probably would not survive for long.

The news left Irene’s heart sinking.

“However, we will do what we can to ensure that he gets as many remaining days as possible,” Dr. Kelly finished.

“Thank you,” Irene said earnestly.

Nonetheless, her head felt muddled as she left the hospital, and she was too distracted to finish her food during dinner. She simply showered afterward and lay down in bed.

Perhaps because work kept him, Isaac returned home late.

He put on a gray silk bathrobe after he showered. His tall, muscular frame looked good in anything-naturally, he was a delightful sight to behold in that bathrobe too!

He lay behind Irene, who woke up when he entered. Still, she pretended to be asleep and did

not move.

Isaac simply wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him deep within his embrace. His chest was sturdy and very warm, and the sensation left Irene’s heart racing.

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Irene stayed silent, but Isaac's body wafted with a faint scent of herbal freshness. Even as his

warm breath spilled into her ear, he chuckled in amusement and heart- melting tenderness.” You're really bad at pretending.”

He knew!

Irene flinched, his body turning soft in his arms and rasped, “Why were you late?”

“Had things to do,” he replied. “Actually, I'll be busy over the next few days as well.”

“I see. Now, sleep-it's very late,” she replied, not daring to move or continue the conversation.

She was afraid things would spiral out of control from there.

Isaac was a healthy, strapping man, and he would be lying if he said that he did not want to do anything now-with the woman he loved in his arms.

Still, tensions were just beginning to ease between them. He did not want to scare her off by coming on too strong.

Slow and steady was the way forward.

However, if he were to sleep while holding her in his arms now, she would eventually accept that they were married.

*Irene woke early the next morning, and she put the Centurion Card that Isaac had given her in front of him at the breakfast table, saying, “You told me that this card only has the money for the painting. I can't take something this valuable.”

Isaac put down her fork. “We're married. What's mine is yours.”

“I'm not good with money-it's better if you keep it,” Irene said, deliberately avoiding mentioning a divorce.

For all she knew, Lionel would have spoken to Henry already, and she must not keep the card at all.

Nonetheless, Isaac glanced at the card once but pushed it back to her. “Hold on to it for me,” he said, before asking, “Are you going anywhere today?"

Irene stared at the card and sighed. “No.”

“Your leg has recovered, so how about going to work at Central Hospital again?” Isaac

suggested. “I can make the arrangements.”

Irene’s fingers clenched around her glass of milk.

She wanted to work, but she could not say yes.

If Lionel succeeded, she might really get to divorce Isaac soon and be free to move to Sunny City, but she would have to give up on her dream job in turn.

Bzzt-

Isaac’s phone suddenly started vibrating on the table.

It was a call, and when he answered it, his expression darkened right then!

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