The Runaway Groom

Chapter 112

Isaac studied the courier and saw the large bouquet of roses he was holding.

Who were those meant for? Irene Spencer?

At the same time, Irene was craning her head from her bed in curiosity. “Who is it?”

The courier could feel the chilling presence Isaac was projecting, and gingerly replied, “Are you Ms. Spencer? I’m from City Express, and I will need your signature for your parcel.”

“Who’s the parcel from?” Irene asked.

“A Mr. Gooding, ma’am,” he replied.

Irene promptly turned toward Isaac, and noticed his jaw clenching-she was just looking from a particular angle, but could still sense the displeasure he felt.

She could tell that Isaac guessed that it was Harvey, who deliberately sent it even though it would incur Isaac’s wrath.

Meanwhile, the courier quickly sidestepped Isaac and squeezed his way in, passing her the receipt to be signed before handing her the bouquet of ninety-nine roses. “Thank you.”

Irene smiled in return as he quickly left the room, feeling as if this was the worst delivery he had to make yet.

Walking up to her, Isaac asked, “Do you like it?”

Irene replied as she picked up the

it out of her

only wish that I can be in your heart, and my heart is too

you. Oh,

from Harvey, all my

as obvious as it was flirty, and Isaac’s face darkened while his turn

eyes

seemed to

want a divorce so that you can

she could tell that it was nothing

to play along with Harvey’s plans, and

“Yes,” she replied.

overflowing, though he soon softened at the sight of Irene’s plastered foot. “Don’t even dream of a divorce. Like I said—I’ll destroy any man

that, he kicked the door open with

so violent it almost broke the

He was really furious!

when she saw Isaac’s furious visage, somehow

she actually

Bzzt-

she kept under her

a video of Tommy. He was awake and looking everywhere without