The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 458

Chapter 458

What was Mark doing here?!

That was when Irene remembered something else: she might have been close with Jeff, but he had never bought her dinner before!

That was why she thought something was weird about this... he had a reason for inviting her.

She turned and left the diner right then, while texting Jeff: [Sorry, something came up and I couldn't make it.]

She strolled along the bustling foreign streets in her beige dress and loose jacket. She had a scarf pulled up to her face to cover her burned cheek and neck.

She folded her arms as she slowly strolled along the streets-it was a rarity for her to be idling like today, and she even had time to admire the sights.

"Alright, I got it.“ Harvey was on the phone even as he strode along the street, when he knocked into someone.

He turned around, about to apologize, but saw that it was the ugly woman from the auction.

This time, she only covered her burned cheek, only revealing her brows, eyes and forehead.

It reminded him so much of someone...

As he spaced out, Irene quickly hid her face, lowered her head and walked away.

Harvey came to his senses right then and dashed up to her. "Hey, where do you think you're going, ugly? I won't hurt you.“

Irene kept her head down and did not respond, so Harvey caught her by the wrist. "You ruined my show last time and you never paid me. Don't think you're getting away.“

As he pulled her firmly toward himself, there was a breeze and Irene's scarf slipped down to her shoulders, baring her burned cheek.

Harvey flinched-the burn scar was utterly gruesome, and beautiful was the last word to describe it.

Irene flung off her hand and quickly covered her face again, but Harvey still cut off her escape.

"Look, I mean no harm, and it's always nice to meet a fellow countryman abroad. I mean, you've seen me speaking Minerverse to everyone else around here, but I get to stick to Zidonian with you. Don't you think this is a fateful encounter?"

Irene's eyes widened-it was certainly true, they had spoken in Zidonian the instant they met at the auction hall.

She had certainly been too nervous and forgot her situation.

It seems that silence was the best policy now.

Waving him off dismissively to show that she did not want to speak with him at all, she hurried off, leaving Harvey behind, standing there as he stared after her.