The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 821

Irene lifted a brow and wondered to herself if Isaac was a frequent guest here.

Why else would the man greet him so warmly?

Still, she had yet to find what this place was for.

"And who might this lovely lady be?" the man asked, turning towards Irene just then—this was the first time Isaac brought a woman here.

"My wife." Isaac nodded slightly. "Please show us the way to the horse stables."

Irene's eyes widened and turned in surprise toward Isaac, asking softly, "Are we riding horses?"

"Yeah. So? Are you afraid?" Isaac asked.

Horse-riding was certainly a novelty for Irene since she had never done it before.

However, she wielded scalpels and cut people open, starting out with corpses while she was an intern.

In that sense, what was there to fear about horses?

Spurred by her ego, she reared her chin. "Don't underestimate me."

Isaac chuckled. "Sure."

They headed into the building and took a small cart to the stables.

It was ten minutes until they stopped outside the stables. There were forty stalls arranged in four rows, and each horse's fur was a lustrous sheen and their figures robust.

Irene was no expert, but even she could tell that they were all good horses and well bred.

Carl Dunham approached them then—he was waiting there after learning about Isaac's arrival.

Smiling at Isaac and Irene, he said, "I did hear that you weren't alone, Mr. Jefferson."

Turning to Irene, he continued, "Mr. Jefferson has never brought women here before, and to think that the first would be his wife! Do come by more often if you can."

As Irene nodded politely, Isaac leaned in to whisper beside her ear, "He owns this stable."

Irene nodded in realization, and she said, "It's my first time, so do pick a more docile steed for me."

"Don't worry, ma'am. Just leave it to me." Carl smiled and turned towards Isaac. "I'll get your horses now while you get change, Mr. Jefferson."

"Good," Isaac said flatly.

There was a building to the rear, and Isaac had a private room to himself even though other visitors were wealthy patrons too.

Isaac even had his own rider apparel, though an attendant soon delivered Irene's soon after they went inside.

The service was certainly top of the line, and the riding apparel fit Irene to the tee.

Isaac's was black while hers red.