The Runaway Groom

Chapter 62

If Isaac was not concerned about her injuries, he might be strangling Irene again. Was marrying him such a terrible grievance? On the other hand, Irene pretended not to hear him, but her twitching eyelashes were a clear sign that she was not asleep.

Closing his eyes and taking a moment to let his frustration ease, Isaac reached out to caress her face, and Irene promptly jerked and turned toward him.

Isaac chuckled. “Done pretending already?” “Pretending for what? I just fell asleep,” she said, stretching deliberately while asking languidly, “What are you doing here?” “It’s only natural for me to visit my wife, no?” he said, his smile still on his face. “Has Mrs. Watson been attending to you?”

Irene nodded–Mrs. Watson had been caring for Irene so well that she was the reason Irene had recovered this quickly.

“When are you getting discharged?” Isaac asked then.

Irene, however, would rather live at the hospital than stay under the same roof with him at the mansion. “It’s still too early to say.”

Nonetheless, Isaac saw through her, but did not expose her immediately. “How long did you think you could hide from me?”

“I have no

your time to rest,” Isaac said as

up the glass of water on the table and took sips with a nonchalant look, that basically

furning, but he could

and I’ll make you pay twice the price.” Irene thought nothing of it, but once Isaac left,

taken a few days’ worth of leave, because what happened

all, she had lost her best chance to become

to gather hersell, only to arrive

in delight, he was already striding toward the patients’ wards. She hence followed him, only to find out that Irene was admitted

that she was the woman from that night. So why was he here

have

took it without effort. It was only natural that she felt indignant, jealous, and furious! What would it take for Isaac to hate Irene, and to divorce her? Perhaps he had to

Isaac hate her. But now that they were total enemies, the methods she used before would not work… As such, she came up