The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 148

Kathy naturally noticed the look from Isaac, and her smile became even brighter

With that, he got up and left, though he got a call from his grandfather on the way back.

“Isaac, I heard that your company hired Kathy, but she was let go because she was not up to her task? Can’t you arrange for something easier for her?”

“You arranged for her to show up, didn’t you?” Isaac asked in return.

Even if everyone at the manor was convinced their act was good, Isaac did not even need to guess what was happening-the signs were all there, not to mention that there were one too many coincidences.

Regardless, Henry tried to keep up the act anyway. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

“Do I look like an idiot, Grandfather?” Isaac growled, his tone turning cool. “You were telling me to divorce Irene Spencer the last time we met, and now that woman shows up at the manor? You’re just trying to get us together, aren’t you?”

Henry was convinced that his plan was foolproof, but Isaac saw through it anyway.

. It really gets troublesome when people are too smart for their own good…

“Well…” Henry began, but he could not offer an explanation.

What else could he say other than ‘I was doing this for your own good?’

Naturally, his voice just trailed off into a sigh.

“I’ll have Stan arrange for a job for her, but don’t ever do that again,” Isaac said then.

His patience was limited, especially since Henry was meddling in his personal life.

“Fine, I won’t,” Henry promised. “I did want you to get along with Kathy, but I’m being honest when I asked you to get her a job. You see, she was living abroad with her grandfather for a while, and she led a lonely life like you, since she lost her parents early…”

Henry then realized that he had spoken too much, and quickly stopped there. “Ah, I’ve really gotten old.”

Isaac calmly said, “I’m hanging up if there’s nothing else.”

But when he did so, he was not calm at all!

Driving back to his mansion, he threw the car keys to Jimmy the chauffeur and strode inside. Seeing no one else around the living room, he asked Mrs. Watson, “Is she out?”

“She’s in her room,” Mrs. Watson replied.

“Okay,” Isaac replied softly and headed upstairs.

He paused for a moment outside Irene’s room, but just as he was about to knock, he paused and refrained from doing so, striding to his own room instead.

In her room, Irene was holding up a book, but could not focus enough to read it.

She was feeling especially irritated, but had no idea why.

She eventually gave up, put away the book, and headed downstairs.

Mrs. Watson rarely saw her restless, and it was obvious that she was not in a good mood.

“Is there a problem, Mrs. Jefferson? You seem distracted, and you don’t seem to have an appetite either.”

Irene scratched her head. “Do I?”

Mrs. Watson smiled. “Perhaps the food isn’t as good without Mr. Jefferson around?”

Irene blushed, and denied it fervently! “No way! Why would I not have an appetite when he’s not around?”

She thought that Mrs. Watson was being outrageous!

Nonetheless, Mrs. Watson smiled and waved her off. “Then pretend I never said that, though you know the truth yourself.”

Irene did a double take.