The Runaway Groom
Chapter 887

Irene soon met Isaac's eyes and guiltily averted hers.

Did she say something while she was drunk last night? Did he catch on to something?

Why else would he sound a little... threatening? sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

She searched her memory, but did not think that she had done anything to upset him!

Whatever the case may be, it was time to play nice.

Smiling, she said, "Alright, I'll come with you."

Isaac's gaze was impassive. "Come!"

He left the mansion first, while Irene followed.

In the car, she leaned against him and asked softly, “Did I upset you while I was drunk yesterday?"

"Nope," Isaac replied.

Irene heaved a sigh of relief—she actually thought she somehow did that!

"Then why are you taking me to your office? I don't know anything about your work, let alone help—"

"Just stick with me," Isaac said, and suddenly leaned in to growl into her ear, "Don't you know how much you harassed me last night?" Irene's eyes widened.

She did that?

How?

“You're lying. Why would I harass you?"

"You kept seducing me, knowing I won't lay a finger on you when you're filthy. I couldn't sleep the entire night, so it's a punishment—you're coming to my office."

Irene was speechless. "Oh! Is that it?"

"What did you think it was, then?" Isaac asked, leveling her a dark look. Irene quickly shook her head. "Nothing."

“Really? Then why do I have this feeling that you're hiding something from me?" Isaac asked.

Irene shook her head vehemently, like a dog shaking its wet fur. "Why would I lie to you? There's nothing I can hide from you either!"

Isaac said nothing to that.

Irene alighted with Isaac once the car stopped, only for her to see Finn walking toward them with the parents of the patient who had that artificial heart transplant.

Irene's heart was racing right then, and she asked, "What are you doing here?"

It was not as if she was paranoid, she had to, because she was worried about getting hounded again after Dennis's case.

"Wasn't your child recovering well? Was there a problem?"

"No, of course not," the patient's mother walked up, taking Irene's hand in hers. "We came here to thank you. We couldn't find you at the research center, so this young man brought us here, saying you'd be here.”

Isaac leveled a warning glare at Finn for bringing Hotmesh Research business to his office.

"They were looking for you, so I had to help,” Finn explained nonetheless. "There's a chance that you'd be here, or was I not supposed to tell them?"

Irene said, "You could have just given me a call to show up at the research center..."

“I'm sorry, are we imposing?" the patient's mother asked apologetically just then.

"No," Irene quickly said.

"Okay, then bring it here, John." The woman beckoned at her husband, who walked up and handed her a large scroll.

The woman handed it over to Irene with both hands, saying, "We wanted to thank you properly, but we basically have nothing left after paying our child's medical bills. That's why we made this as a token of gratitude.”

"It's my obligation as a doctor. You really don't have to do this..."

"Oh, just take it. It's just a little something from us." The patient's mother was looking at her with eyes filled with sincerity.

As such, Irene had to accept it.

"I..." Irene was so anxious she was unsure what to say, since it was the first ime she accepted something like this.

She turned to Isaac with a look pleading for help—she really had no idea how to deal with this.

Isaac stood behind her and put a gentle hand over her shoulder. “Calm down."

She had managed to retain her motivations as a doctor even after Dennis, and receiving such gratitude was a fair reward.

"You're a good person,” the patient's mother added just then. "You will live long and prosper.”

Irene smiled.

Live long and prosper?

Her?

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