The Runaway Groom

Chapter 299

Turning his face so that half of it was buried in his pillow, Isaac said, “You can go if you want.”

Stan pursed his lips, understanding what was going on just then.

Truly, what goes around comes around… to think that the day had come that Isaac was kept on a leash- and on a very tight leash at that!

Despite what she said, Irene remained focused as she bandaged Isaac. “Stay here and rest.”

Isaac then took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “Come back soon. Have Stan stay with you.”

Irene nodded and left the ward.

Stan was ready waiting outside.

“Let’s go,” she said.

Stan quickly followed, appearing hesitant to speak his mind despite holding the car keys.

Unable to stand his fidgeting, Irene said, “Just spit it already.”

“It’s not much, but… I just wanted to say that you might be paranoid. Debbie and I are both indebted to Mr. Jefferson, and we’re definitely loyal to him-”

“Why do you think I’m paranoid?” Irene asked in return, cutting him short.

Stan became quiet since he had no response to that.

Even as he drove, they never said a word as they soon arrived at Debbie’s home.

When Stan knocked on the door, and Debbie opened it to see that it was him, she scowled. “Like I said, I’m not leaving the country. I’m just a secretary, so what can I do over there if Mr. Jefferson isn’t there-”

She soon trailed off as she spotted Irene behind Stan, and her eyes flashed briefly in wariness. “W- What are you doing here?”

“She came to talk to you,” Stan replied, answering for Irene.

“About what?” Debbie’s gaze was certainly evasive.

“About leaving the country,” Irene replied, and told Stan, “Wait for me outside. I’ll speak with her alone.”

Debbie appeared resistant. “Stan could pass your message. You didn’t have to come all the way here.”

“You are Isaac’s subordinate, and he’s hurt, so he couldn’t come. It’s only logical that I represent him as his wife to try to persuade you, or am perhaps not welcome here?”

Irene’s words were utterly dominant!

Unable to find an excuse, Debbie looked up to meet Irene’s gaze and stood aside. “Do come in.”

Irene entered and cast a sweeping glance over the interior-anyone earning an average salary could never afford a house of this scale, with its location and the furnishing inside.

Debbie was apparently quite rich, and Isaac had been kind to her.

Seemingly reading her mind just then, Debbie said, “Mr. Jefferson has always been good to his own.”

Irene nodded in understanding, and Debbie brewed her a cup of tea-it was obvious that she was uncomfortable with Irene around, although they were in her own home.

“Here, have a drink.”

“Thank you.” Irene smiled, taking a seat on the couch.

With that, Debbie was once against lowering her gaze, afraid to meet Irene’s eyes. “There’s a reason I don’t want to leave the country.”

“Do tell,” Irene said as she took a sip of the tea. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

In reality, Debbie was bright and outstanding, but she seemed to lose her glow in Irene’s presence.

Anyone would be looking at Irene first if they stood together, as Irene outshone her in both looks and flair-her cool composure and the way she carried herself appeared affable, but people would still know enough to keep a respectful distance.

Looking up at Irene just then, Debbie asked, “Do you know what my job as a secretary entails?”

She was trying to fend off Irene by using her job as an excuse!