The Runaway Groom Chapter 27
Chapter 27 Isaac looked at Irene‘s curvaceous figure, his gaze turning distant as he gulped and worked
hard to keep his tone even. “Did you think you could seduce me with this?
In reality, he had already been seduced, but his ego did not allow him to lust after her.
“I–I‘m not–” Irene stammered even as she picked up her towel to cover herself.
“Don‘t show you filthy body in front of me ever again,” Isaac growled as he stormed off, mming the
door loudly behind him.
He strode to the other room so that he did not have to look at her, but all he could think about was her
alluring figure reying repeatedly like the highlight of a movie.
Unable to control his thoughts, he loosened his cor in frustration. Still, it was already loose, but he
somehow could not breathe anyway!
He was restless and grouchy, and he wanted to flip out so badly.
“That wretched woman!” he growled-she really was adept at seducing, and more frustratingly, he had to
fall for her ploy!
Taking off his necktie and undoing his shirt buttons, he strode into the washroom and sshed himself
with cold water to calm himself down.
It was the lowest point of his life, and it had to be her!
On the other hand, Irene could not sleep.
Even if she had let loose once, she was no skank–she was at once angry and embarrassed for
someone to see her naked.
To make things worse, she could notin about it, because she could not afford to provoke that
man!
The next morning, Irene arrived downstairs with dark circles under her eyes. Having learned her
lesson, she was wearing a sweater and jeans.
Mrs. Watson had already prepared breakfast.
“Where is he?” Irene asked.
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“Mr. Jefferson left early in the morning.” Mrs. Watson smiled. “Come on, have your breakfast.” Irene
breathed a sigh of relief inside–breakfast was actually tastier without Isaac around!
She headed out afterward, but her job searchsted over the next few days without prospects.
Still, Isaac did not return home, and she felt sofortable she was actually a little less wary now.
At the same time, she finally had a response for one for the positions she applied to–as dance
instructor.
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She was Level 10 in Latin dance. Although she did not have the certification to be an instructor, they
were willing to let her take the test.
It had been years since she danced, but the solid foundation she built as a child was still in ce, and
her slim body allowed her to move with considerable elegance.
The head of the dance school was a woman named Ms. Lang, and she was an agreeable person. “You
can retrain yourself in our studio – I see that your basics are solid, and you won‘t have problems getting
certified.”
“Okay,” Irene quickly replied.
She certainly cherished the opportunity , since she had been yearning to work while she had been
unemployed !
She thought that she could thank Lionel then. Although she never liked to dance, Lionel had threatened
her with her education, and forced her to attend dance lessons in
exchange
She certainly did not expect the lessons to prove useful now.
After a few days at the dance studio, she slowly found her stride. While she still felt no passion toward
dancing, she did not feel as repulsed as she had been as a child.
The children who attend the dance school were between the ages of four and twelve. Irene herself was
teaching a junior ss, which consisted of girls around six to seven years old.
Her childish innocence and cheerful nature slowly returned as she worked with children, and she forgot
about her life‘s troubles for a moment.
After thest ss, Ms. Lang approached her with a sinile. “Would you happen to be free tonight, Ms.
Spencer?”
Irene nodded. “I am.” She thought that Ms. Lang had an errand concerning their workce, only for
Ms. Lang to catch her by surprise.
“So, I wanted to ask... Do you happen to have a boyfriend?