The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 787

Irene turned toward the person, who said, "Mrs. Jefferson? Mr. Jefferson has instructed me to bring you to the break room."

Irene did not buy it right away, but instead turned toward Isaac.

He happened to be looking her way, and nodded slightly—a gesture to say that he had arranged it.

Relieved, Irene told the man, "Thank you."

"If you'd please follow me…" The man said gentlemanly, and led the way.

The break room was vast and decorated grandly ust like the hall, and Irene quickly took a seat on the couch inside.

She wanted to rub her ankles but stopped herself, finding it inappropriate.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Juice, please," she replied.

"Sure," the attendant replied respectfully, and soon brought her a glass of grape juice.

Putting it down, he said, "Just give me a shout if you need anything else, ma'am. I'll be outside."

"Thank you," Irene said.

The attendant closed the door as he left, but Irene could not relax—it was an unfamiliar environment and she felt insecure.

She simply reclined against the couch to rest, just so that she did not have to keep standing.

Time flew, and she was about to fall asleep when the door suddenly opened.

She opened her eyes, instantly wide awake and saw that it was Isaac entering. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Irene shook her head. "It's fine."

"Let's go."

As Irene got up, Isaac put a hand around her and asked her softly, "That boring, huh?"

"More or less," she admitted.

Isaac chuckled. "I'll try to turn it down unless it's absolutely necessary next time."

"Don't," she told him—she did not want his business affected because of her.

She relaxed and pulled a blanket over herself when they returned to their car. "I want to take a nap."

She only had that glass of fruit juice throughout the event that lasted from noon to evening, and was at once tired, sleepy, and hungry.

"Sure," Isaac told her.

Irene blinked at him then, looking miserable as she asked, "Can I take off my shoes?"