The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 481

Chapter 481

Irene was left paralyzed in fear, unsure of how she should react.

Did he notice something?

The very thought left her gulping without knowing it.

Nonetheless, Isaac paused just a pace away. "What are you afraid of? Did you think I'd force myself on someone as ugly as you?"

With that, he turned and walked toward the bed, leaving Irene frowning and wondering if there was something wrong with him.

Wait, there was-and it was quite serious too.

By the time Irene brought a chair to sit at the edge of the bed, Isaac had already laid down, and she began to massage him.

Her technique was precise and she applied the right amount of pressure, and there was no question that it was comforting.

Isaac slowly closed his eyes-he somehow enjoyed the feeling that could make him sleep.

Irene, however, was doing it while almost dozing off.

While it was fortunate that Isaac slept early, he caught her by the wrist when she tried to leave.

Was he dreaming again?

As she lowered her gaze at him, she tried to pull her hand out of his grasp, but he held on tightly.

She sat at the edge of the bed in turn, intending to leave when he released her.

However, as she waited, she dozed off on top of him.

There was no telling how long had passed as she woke up.

Her head was muddle, and she flexed her numbed arm as she got up. It was not until she was going to leave when she realized that there was no one in bed, and looked upto find the man standing nearby.

He was still wearing last night's bathrobe, but it was not in a mess-he clearly straightened it.

"Get out,’ he growled coldly.

Irene blinked. "Did I do something wrong?’

'Who let you sleep in my room?" He looked like he was going to flip out.

It was only natural-he was at once embarrassed and furious to see her lying on top of him when he woke up.

'You were holding my hand..."

'Get out!"

Isaac did not want explanations, let alone find out if it was his mistake.

He did not want her in the same room!

He would never allow anyone aside from Irene to be so close to him, let alone hold his hand.

However, her hideousness had nothing to do with his wrath-he just felt guilty, like he had cheated on Irene.

On the other hand, Irene was not that clingy, and she had only fallen asleep because she was too tired.

When she lowered her head and headed outside, she noticed that his hand had turned red, as if he had scrubbed it fervently.

Was he a clean freak? She had never noticed that about him before.

Rearing his chin loftily, he said, "You don't have to come anymore, nor help me with my condition."

Irene was puzzled. "Was my treatment subpar?"

Isaac turned his back on her.

Her treatment had certainly been excellent, curing even his insomnia. Nonetheless, he lied. "It is."

Irene was more or less disappointed to have her abilities denied. "I see. Well, I hope you find a better doctor and recover soon."