The Runaway Groom
Chapter 369

Chapter 369

Irene took a good look at the person in front of her—that angry face looked just like Isaac!

Suddenly, her heart was racing, and she wanted to run.

“l-Isaac?” She gulped, and tried to touch to decide if it was reality or fantasy.

However, before she could reach him, Isaac turned and stepped out of the room, growling, “Come with

me.”

Irene was left at a loss of words, and was left sitting on the bed, her thoughts barely keeping up.

She looked at Harvey, and then at Stan and James who were standing at the doorway.

Her head suddenly hurt, and she rubbed her temples—it still took a while for her headache to subside.

As her mind cleared up, she thought that since James and Stan were both there... Isaac must have returned.

So, it really was him just now?

Panicking, she leaped off the bed and ran out of the room without stopping to put on her shoes.

At the same time, Stan and James shot Harvey a look, and snorted with contempt-what he did was despicable and ungentlemanly! Harvey, however, reared his chin at them provokingly.

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Stan had always borne a grudge against him. “I've really been soft on you back at the hospital. If this happens again, I will make sure all your teeth end up on the floor. Let's see if you would lust after married women after that.”

Harvey shrugged, unconcerned. “You're just an assistant, and you think you can discipline me? And are you really meddling with your boss's domestic affairs?"

“You wanna go?!"

Stan saw red and was already advancing toward Harvey, but James caught his arm and told him, “Don’t

bother.”

“What, can you stand that face?!” Stan struggled a little, clearly bent on violence.

“You'd cheapen us if we did fight him. Let's just go,” James said, and dragged Stan along as he left.

Harvey was left speechless for a moment, before snapping at them, “Hey! What was that supposed to

mean?!”

Who did they even think they were talking to?!

Stan wheeled on him with a glare and snorted. “Did he stutter?!” Havey shut the door with a loud bang, because he was furious and sick of Stan's punchable face!

Still, as he calmed down to think, he decided Isaac must suffer more than he did.

His own woman, in a room alone with another man?

Isaac would definitely still be upset even if they did not do a thing!

Oh, he was on top of things all along!

He lay in bed then, which still had a faint smell of alcohol from Irene’s body, and her warmth lingered on the mattress as well.

Harvey pulled the blanket over himself and put his head on the pillow where Irene slept, even caressing it.

He actually thought that it was perverted, but assured himself, “I just love her that much.”

"Yes, that must be it.”

With that, he closed his eyes and slept soundly, his lips suddenly not hurting at all.

Meanwhile, Irene chased after Isaac and got into his car.

As she took her seat, her fingers clenched over her knees, somehow feeling a little guilty.

She actually did nothing aside from getting drunk... and with Harvey? She had no shoes and had run to the car barefooted, so she started rubbing her dusty soles.

Also, her throat was miserably dry.

“When did you come back?” she rasped.

Isaac stayed silent since he was still feeling grumpy-she got drunk and was hanging out with a man who had always been coveting her?

He did not want to think about it, because his head would hurt otherwise.

Irene turned to look at him since he was being quiet.

“Are you angry?”

Why else was he ignoring her?

Isaac slowly turned to look at her just then. “Finally sober, are we?"

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