The Runaway Groom novel Chapter 6

Isaac looked up. He raised a brow, amplifying his menacing presence. "What?"

Zachary gritted his teeth. "Whatever. I will bear with it this time since it concerns your happiness."

Isaac gave him a dark, placid look. "Drive."

After Stan drove off, Zachary decided that he must at least do something for Irene. However, he saw that she had just stepped out of the entrance when he turned to head back to the lounge.

"Irene…" Zachary walked up to her.

"I need to go."

She was still smiling at him, and it hurt Zachary to see her like this. "I'll do my best to find a donor for your mother,” he said.

The thought of her mother left Irene's gut clenching. She worked hard to hide her feelings, but the quiver in her voice was telling. "Really?"

A heart donor does not grow on trees, and there were plenty of cases where patients died even before they found a match.

Her eyes welling up with tears, she did not know how to convey her gratitude other than saying, "Thank you, Zachary."

"We're friends, aren't we? Don't get all mushy on me now." Zachary actually felt a little embarrassed—she would be much closer to her dream if Isaac was not the one pulling strings.

"I'll drive you home."

"No, it's fine." Irene quickly refused—she had to, because she was not going back to her own home.

Naturally, Zachary did not try to insist.

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Irene took a taxi back to the mansion after parting ways with Zachary, and the thought that Isaac would never set foot here relieved her considerably.

Even Mrs. Watson could see that Irene was not as wary as the first day she moved in. "You look quite happy. Did something good happen?" asked Mrs. Watson smilingly.

Irene was keeping her head down as she changed into loafers near the front door. "Nothing. I just like staying here with you, Mrs. Watson—just the two of us."

Another voice asked, "Are you saying that I'm not welcome here?"

That voice…

Irene looked up and found a man standing in the living room. The air around him seemed to turn cold as he stared loftily at her with a hint of disgust.

If she had never seen his face in magazines or on TV, she would never have recognized her 'husband.'

To be fair, she never expected him to show up.

"Why… are you here?"

Irene had no idea what was doing here. He hated this arranged marriage, didn’t he? He should have zero intentions of meeting her!