The Runaway Groom novel Chapter 773

The Runaway Groom Chapter 773

Irene frowned as she tapped on her phone again, and it was another message.

[Refuse, and I will come to you at your workplace.]

It almost sounded threatening.

“What now?” Isaac asked.

Irene pursed her lips, searching her mind endlessly to find who would possibly do this.

No one came to mind apart from Seth Hedge, but he was not about to bother her with a broken leg.

“They would look for me at work if I don’t go,” she told Isaac, unsettled.

She was wary, and certainly did not like having this weirdness like this happening to her.

“I’ll drive you to work tomorrow,” Isaac said.

Irene looked at him, feeling apologetic inside that she could not care for their family as a wife, or ease his list of worries.

Instead, his own work was affected because of her.

She lowered her gaze to Tommy, who was asleep in her arms. Both him and his baby brother were basically raised by Sheryl Harris.

“Give me two years, Isaac. Dennis Turner picked me, and he’s not going to find someone else so soon if I throw in the towel now.

Two years would be just right to complete development of the artificial heart, and I’ll resign once I’m done to take care of our children.”

Isaac turned toward her just then.

Sensing the pressure on her, he kept one hand on the steering wheel while caressing her face with his other. “What is it?”

“Nothing.” She smiled. “Just want to freeload at home since you can afford anything anyway.”

Even so, Isaac heard Zachary Slate mentioning more than once that she was a person with ambition.

Would she really be happy if she was forced to give up on her ideals for their family’s sake?

“I thought you’re the one who’d be paying me a salary. Reneging already?”

“Can’t afford you,” Irene said, giving him a look. “You’re too expensive.”

“We need you at a crime scene, Lulu.”

“Alright,” she replied right away, while quickly composing herself.

She left as soon as she put on her clothes, and saw that Martin York was there too.

Frowning, she said, “Back on the job already? But you haven’t recovered.”

Lulu had come across workaholics like him.

In fact, the term workaholic might not be entirely accurate— it was almost a state of mind, a tenet!

For a man like Martin, closing cases was his life’s calling.

As for Lulu, a fulfilling job was good too, since she would be able to forget all the messy stuff in her head.

This time, the crime scene was a karaoke bar, where there was a woman killed in a private booth.

Lulu clasped her fingers over her nose by reflex when she saw the scene. She had seen much carnage, but this…

Lulu had come across workaholics like him.