The Runaway Groom novel Chapter 15

Irene had already set her mind on confronting Isaac, but she was more or less apprehensive about actually doing it.

Scenes of his violence still flashed in her mind!

Taking a deep breath, she mustered her courage and strode into the house. She opened the door to find Mrs. Watson waiting for her. Mrs. Watson uttered smilingly, "Welcome back."

Thanks," Irene murmured as she peeked inside, spotting a figure on the couch but not his face.

"Mr. Jefferson is in," Mrs. Watson said.

Irene changed into loafers before entering, forcing a smile as she offered a greeting. "Mr. Jefferson."

Isaac put down the magazine he was reading. He darted a glance at her and said mockingly, "'Mr. Jefferson?'"

‘She was refusing to divorce me and yet trying to act distant?

‘Is she playing hard to get?’ Isaac thought to himself.

Irene ignored it. Having apologized before, she said earnestly again, "I didn't mean to touch your stuff. I'm sorry."

"Did you really think that 'sorry' would make me forgive you?" Isaac said as he leaned back languidly on his couch and folded his legs.

For some reason, he was actually pleased that she had to speak respectfully and act so wary around him.

Bullying her was somehow amusing.

If Irene knew what he was thinking, she would be cursing at him for being a deviant!

Sadly, the reality was that she was now a miserable worm who had to prostrate herself and beg for her survival.

Watching him for two seconds, Irene decided to brace herself and curry favor with him in order to keep her job.

She brought him a cup of tea and said with a forced smile, "Mr. Jefferson, please don't hold a grudge over someone as insignificant as me."

The smile on her face did not quite reach her eyes, and Isaac growled in disdain, "What an ugly smile!"

Irene was actually trying to relax her expression, but there was no way she could relax around him.

Biting her lip, she worked hard to satisfy him and bent herself backward. "Sorry."

"Can't you at least do something more sincere if you're apologizing? For example, getting the hell out of my house?" Isaac said, his expression nonchalant but his words sharp.

From his perspective, Irene was an interloper and therefore should leave… but it was not as if she wanted to invade his home!

Everyone knew that Isaac was unwilling to take her as his wife, but did they know that she was not willing either?

Did anyone actually ask or show concern about how she felt?

Her beautiful, pure, and crystalline eyes suddenly glistened with a watery glimmer.

Isaac looked into her eyes then and felt as if he was stabbed in the chest and suffocating.

He felt as if he knew her in the past for a split second, but he quickly averted his eyes and feigned composure.

"What, trying to play the sympathy card now?" he growled, though his voice was less stern now.

Fighting back her tears, Irene kept her voice as calm as possible. "It's not like I don't want a divorce—your grandfather had me sign an agreement so that I won't."

In the past, she would never have told anyone about her own problems to gain sympathy, but she could not be stubborn given her current situation. "My mother was sick, and she only got the surgery she needed because of your grandfather's help. That's why I have to stay with you. Did you think you're the only reluctant partner in this marriage?"

Isaac narrowed his eyes coolly. "What, are you saying you're reluctant?"

"Of course! I would never have agreed to this marriage my father arranged if it wasn't to save my mother!" she cried bitterly—she would not have felt so miserable if her life was not under someone else's control.

Nonetheless, Isaac laughed icily and thought inwardly, ‘What is she saying? That she was forced to marry me?

‘Wait, why am I getting upset as well?!’

"Are you dissatisfied that you have to marry me?" he snarled through gritted teeth.

"Yes."

Her answer was honest, but it left Isaac utterly incensed!

A vein was bulging on his temple.