The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 497

Chapter 497

Isaac saw the woman walking around the circular fountain in front of the hotel.

She was wearing a khaki trench coat with a white floral dress, and her black mini boots were short enough to bare her fair legs. Despite being heavily pregnant, she was not swelling up. Her black hair was spread over her shoulders, and despite the face mask hiding her face, it did not hide her tenderness.

As James stopped the car, Isaac alighted and started toward her.

Irene had been keeping her head lowered and did not notice the person coming toward her, so she suddenly found her way blocked by another person.

She tried to move to the right, but the person before mimicked her to keep blocking her path, doing the same when she moved to the left.

Frowning in slight annoyance, she growled, "Could you-"

She trailed off when she looked up and saw the person before her, and she quickly lowered her head again guiltily.

"Please, excuse me," she said, but there was a quiver in her voice.

Even so, that single look was enough for Isaac to recognize her.

Who else could she be?

"What if I refuse?" he said with faint anger.

Irene, clutching her belly, tried to turn and leave, but Isaac quickly caught her by the wrist and pulled her back to the hotel without a word.

She panicked-she had never expected Isaac to recognize her as soon as she returned, even catching hold of her!

"You've the wrong person," she said, bracing herself.

Isaac stopped in his tracks. "You're not Jane Tanner?"

Irene was left confused, but she refrained from struggling because she was heavily pregnant.

After Isaac pulled her to the room, he growled, "Card."

Irene's eyes widened in disbelief. "Y-You know where I'm staying?"

Impatient, Isaac began to scrounge through her trench coat pockets before finding it. He then proceeded to swipe it and pulled her inside.

And the instant he closed the door, he pinned her against it, his eyes locked on hers as he flashed a smile-it did not quite reach his eyes, and was actually intimidating.

He suddenly reached out and tore her face mask off, and she turned away in reflex to hide her facial scars.

"Are you hiding?" His gaze was dark like a bottomless abyss just then.

Irene lowered her gaze, her voice hoarse for some reason. “I..."

She had so much to say, but did not know what to tell him.

Was she supposed to complain that he did not love her?

Or was she supposed to explain that she would never use their son to force him to stay with her?

It was hilarious thinking about it now.

"How did you know I was-Umph!”

He had forced his lips onto hers without warning and he was devouring her viciously. At the same time, his hand firmly brushed through her hair to hold her head, forcing her to meet his firm kiss.

The familiar scent upended Irene's thoughts, and her handbag slid off her hand.