The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 346

Chapter 346

Ricky had dropped right in front of her!

As Irene worriedly went up to check him, Lulu asked, “Did we scare him that badly?”

Irene checked Ricky’s breathing while replying, “He’s an adult. There’s no way he’d get spooked that easy.”

If he were, he would be everyone’s laughing stock once word of it gets out!

And unsurprisingly, Ricky was playing dead-which was a little insulting to Irene and Lulu, considering that they were both doctors.

Knowing that he was fine, Irene said, “What girl would marry you if something like that would leave you passed out? All girls love brave men and having a sense of security-I guess you’re going to be alone forever.”

Ricky opened his eyes right then and leaped off the floor, dusting himself although he was not actually dirty.

“Killjoy.”

Lulu giggled. “Playing dead around doctors doesn’t even make sense.”

Ricky pouted and shot back, “There are no men who would fall for women like you.”

Irene shrugged. “Sorry to disappoint you, then-we’re both taken.”

Ricky was left at a loss of words, and admitted to himself that he could not defeat them right there.

“I’m going to bed.”

“Wait.” Irene stopped him just as she was about to leave. “I need a favor.”

“What is it?” Ricky asked.

Passing her the document folder, she said, “Find a way to investigate this person.”

Ricky read through the file, but the details were vague since there was only the patient’s name, address, and a brief summary of her medical history.

When he saw that it was a pregnant woman, he asked excitedly, “Is Isaac having an affair?”

Irene glared at him right then. “What are you talking about?!”

“Why else would you ask me to investigate a pregnant woman?” Ricky pointed out. “Anyway, just come back here with Tommy if he really is dumping you. I’ll work hard to make a living.”

As she took her seat, the scrumptious scent of food left her stomach growling, and she was stopping short of salivating.

While she started eating, however, Mrs. Watson told her, “Mr. Jefferson hasn’t eaten yet.”

She usually would not meddle, but Isaac did not eat at all and was staying in his room.

Irene looked up and asked, “Is he sick?”

“How should I know? I just work here,” Mrs. Watsons complained. “You share a bed with him, and you should be aware if anything is wrong with him.”

From her point of view, Irene was so busy she would not care for Isaac or her family.

Still, even as Irene slowly chewed her food now, it did not seem as tasty as a moment before.

In fact, she had been enjoying it, since she would otherwise be too preoccupied that Isaac had another woman in his heart. Breathing a long sigh, she said, “Yeah.”

“You’re married. You should care more for each other,” Mrs. Watson told her.

Irene nodded. “Yeah. I wasn’t being considerate.”