The Runaway Groom
Chapter 417

Chapter 417

Irene turned around to find Zachary standing there and she quickly explained, “It's just a hunch.”

She only wanted to tell Isaac what she thought, and did not expect Zachary to be listening!

Zachary had actually hurried to them to see them off and had inadvertently overheard Irene.

He did not believe that it was Lulu, and was quickly convinced that Spencer was responsible.

Ricky was young and impulsive—it certainly looked like something he would do.

“It's your wedding. What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be busy?” Irene asked, changing the subject.

“I was going to see you off,” Zachary said, hesitating for a moment before continuing, “Also, please pass a message to Lulu.”

"What is it?” Irene asked.

“Tell her...” Zachary'’s voice trailed off, and then said, “Forget it."

It was pointless to say anything now—there was no question that he was the one who let her down.

Jimmy the chauffeur was the one who brought Irene to Central Tower, so she sent him home while she got into Isaac's car.

“Irene,” Zachary said as he stood before Isaac's car. “I won't press the issue against Ricky, but I won't be so kind the next time. He can throw insults at me all he likes but Ember is innocent-she shouldn't suffer such humiliation.”

“Like I said, it's just a hunch,” Irene repeated.

“No one else would do something like that,” Zachary insisted, showing no doubt that it was Ricky.

Irene did not like him being so assertive. “Sure.”

She wound up the window, and Zachary did not ask anything although he could tell that she was a little.

upset.

As their car drove off, Isaac asked, “Are you upset?”

Irene shook her head. “No, I just didn’t like Zachary's attitude. I just wanted to tell you that it could be Ricky, but that was just a hunch. You wouldn't jump straight to conclusions, but Zachary was so sure that it's Ricky without any evidence. I couldn't stand that.”

“Yeah,” Isaac replied softly.

Irene suddenly turned toward him. “Are you coming home with me?” Isaac's eyelashes twitched, but he did not look at her. “I still have work to do.”

In other words, he was telling her that he could not go home with her. It left Irene utterly disappointed, but she feigned nonchalance.

“I know,” she murmured as if in understanding.

With that, the car turned silent as neither of them spoke, and they soon reached Isaac's mansion.

Irene was going to open the door when Isaac caught her hand-it was cold to the touch, and she was sweating from her palm.

He tried to talk about Yvaine Lynd, but could not muster a single word. Knowing that he was hesitant to speak, Irene replied, “I know. I can wait.”

Smiling brightly at him, she suddenly leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.

“I know it hurts,” she rasped as she pulled away. “I feel the same.” With that, she alighted without looking back, striding into the house with her head held high.

Isaac was staring at her dainty figure, his dark gaze somehow darkening further.

James Cross, peeking at Isaac with the rearview mirror, said gingerly, “She's hurting.”

And yet, she feigned composure.

“Don’t you think you should give her a chance to clear the air?"

James was convinced they could get along well because they cared about each other—but they were now just tormenting each other.

Isaac simply ignored him. “Drive.”

She had every chance to tell him that she was innocent, but she kept her silence.

Was he supposed to live with the woman who killed his mother, as if he had no conscience and felt no pressure doing so?

Inside the house, Irene was standing by a window, quietly lifting the curtain to peek at the car outside.

Isaac never got out, and the car simply reversed and drove away. Suddenly struck by a spell of dizziness, she collapsed.

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