The Runaway Groom
Chapter 381

Chapter 381

The woman who stood at the door had her long hair tied up elegantly, and was dressed in a white tailored dress. Though she only had a pair of pearl earrings on, she appeared graceful despite the simplicity.

"You are...?" she asked as she watched Irene.

Irene was left spacing out for a moment-the woman looked exactly like she did in the photo. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Still, she quickly came to her senses and cried, “Please, you have to help me...”

Behind her, Ricky kept up his act. “Get back here or I'll kill you! Did you think you could run from me?!"

Irene then looked pleadingly at Layla, saying, “He'll kill me if I go with him—please, you have to help me!”

Fortunately, Layla was kind enough to stop the man behind Irene. “Please let her go, or I'll have to call the cops.”

“She's my woman! I can do whatever I want! Mind your own business?!" Ricky snarled, really looking the part of a rogue just then, although he lacked the appearance to really look menacing.

He took after his mother, and was good looking but has a rather kidlike face, and was not really brutish.

Layla frowned. “There are cameras here. You are breaking the law, and I can call the hotel staff here right away.”

Ricky snorted, but caught the cue to release Irene. “Call them all you want! I'll be right next door—tell them to come any time!”

With that, he left, while Irene kept pretending to be scared and said gratefully, “Thank you.”

“It's fine,” Layla replied.

However, just as she was about to close the door, Irene quickly stopped the door and asked, “May I stay here?”

Layla hesitated and said, “Okay.”

“Thank you,” Irene said.

As Layla poured Irene a cup of tea, she said, “Here, have a drink to calm down. Was that your boyfriend?”

“...Yes. He's always had a bad temper. This time, he’s saying that I'm cheating on him and he’s trying to kill me,” Irene said as she picked up the cup.

“You shouldn't stay with men with violent tendencies,” Layla asked. “You should break up with him.”

Irene nodded in agreement, and suddenly asked, “Are you married?” She regretted it as soon as she asked it-what even was she asking? Of course she was, give her age!

Still, Layla smiled in amusement from her question. “Yes, my daughter is twenty this year, in fact.”

That left Irene stunned—Layla has a daughter?

She could not recall Isaac having a sister, or him ever mentioning having one.

"What's her name?” Irene asked.

“Erin Gooding,” Lalya replied.

Irene nodded, but she had never heard of that name. Moreover, the daughter's last name was not Jefferson, but Gooding like Mick. Though she could not make heads or tails of their relationship, Irene knew that she should not be asking too much or she would arouse suspicion.

“There's this person I know, Isaac Jefferson...” She mentioned Isaac out of nowhere.

However, Layla appeared unaffected as she asked, “Who is he?” Seeing that she was not reacting at all, let alone surprised, Irene decided that Layla clearly did not know Isaac.

But that only left Irene confused.

What was going on here? Was she just confused?

But she clearly saw her photo on Isaac's desk... It was such an enigma!

“Why did you suddenly mention that name?” Layla asked.

Irene did not know how to explain just then. “I-It just came to mind.” Then, Layla tried to tell her to leave politely. “Do you have other places to go? My husband will soon return, and he doesn't like strangers.” Irene put down her cup. “Alright, I won't impose... Thanks for helping me, or I'd definitely have been really hurt.”

“It's fine.” Layla then walked Irene out of the door, and that was when Mick arrived.

Seeing Irene at the doorway, his face fell!

“Why are you here?!"

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