The Runaway Groom Chapter 241


    Chapter 241


    Irene didn’t expect that from Sheryl, and walked up to give her mother a hug from the back. “Thanks,


    Mom.”


    Sheryl smiled and patted Irene’s hand.


    “You don’t have to thank me, silly–I’m your mother. Of course I’ll wish the best for you,” she said. She


    leaned in to whisper into Irene’s ear, saying, “I’m not blind, you know. I saw you two-”


    “Mom!” Irene pouted in embarrassment.


    “Alright, alright, I won’t say it,” Sheryl said, before adding solemnly. “Just be happy.”


    “Don’t worry, Mom.” Irene assured her.


    Sherlyughed. “Okay. I’ll go cook now.”


    Irene let go of Sheryl, and returned to the couch.


    Isaac did not pick up Tommy–he was sitting beside Tommy and staring at the baby, who was blinking


    hisrge, round eyes at Isaac.


    Tommy appeared curious and wasn’t throwing a fit, lying there unmoving as Isaac watched him.


    Irene poured Isaac a ss of water. “Why are you staring


    at him like that?”


    Isaac did not look up, and instead asked, “Do you want to keep being a doctor, or learn business?”


    Irene sat beside him, watching Tommy.N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    She had always dreamt of bing a doctor, but she couldn’t hand Spencer Holdingspletely to


    Ricky Spencer yet. While the boy could manage things and was smart, he wasn’t fully capable of going


    independent yet.


    Isaac could tell what she was thinking. “I can help.”


    Irene showed him a book she left on the table. “I’m studying. Still, if a sess story like yourself is


    willing to share your experience, I will be willing to listen.


    Isaac smiled and pinched her cheek. “Cheeky.”


    Irene pushed him away. “That hurts.”


    As they chatted and joked around, Isaac’s mood improved considerably–he didn’t remember when he


    last enjoyed himself and was this rxed.


    He loved this homely feeling.


    Holding Irene’s hand, he said, “Let’s register our


    marriage.”


    Henry pulled strings to get both their marriage and divorce done, and Isaac found that pointless–it only


    appeared serious and valid if they went together.


    “Okay.” Irene quickly agreed to it. “But it’ste now- let’s go tomorrow.”


    Isaac nodded.


    At the same time, Sheryl had made dinner and put everything on the dining table before calling them to


    eat.


    Irene called Ricky to see if he wasing home to eat, but the boy appeared frantic. “O–Oh, I don’t


    think I’m going back… I’m very busy.”


    “Okay,” Irene replied with a slight frown.


    She found his reply suspicious, but did not ask.


    Was Ricky hiding something from her? Why else would he seem so frantic?


    “What’s wrong?” Isaac appeared behind Irene without her sensing it.


    Turning to look at Isaac, she exined, “I think


    something’s wrong with Ricky.”


    “I’ll get Stan to look into him.” Having said that, Isaac whipped out his phone and called his assistant.


    Irene felt a little embarrassed. “Thank you.”


    Isaac tapped the tip of her nose with a finger. “What’s mine is yours.”


    Irene smiled.


    Still, she didn’t forget that Sheryl was around, and so wrapped her arms around his waist, pouting


    yfully as she joked, “Does that mean your money’s mine too?”


    At once, Isaac felt amused and helpless. “Of course.” Irene blinked. “Doesn’t that mean I’m very rich?”