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The Runaway Groom

Chapter 379
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Chapter 379

Irene’s face fell the instant she saw that it was Harvey, and she wheeled on Ricky. “Is he why you’ve brought me

here?”

Ricky had no idea why she was upset, and so quickly explained, “He came to me and asked for a favor. I thought it’s

no big deal since he just wants to meet you, so I said yes. I can’t refuse him since he promised to gather evidence

that Whitney Cox killed my mom, so…”

Harvey quickly walked up to them and apologized, “Look, I’ve realized my mistake, so I know that you’re angry with

me and would refuse to see me. That’s why I had Ricky set up this meeting, so that I have a chance to say sorry. Is

that alright?”

“I just hope you won’t do anything so childish again, and I’m not angry with you. You don’t have to apologize, and

I’m leaving if there’s nothing else.”

After all, Irene could not care less about him now, and walked up to the curb to hail a taxi.

Harvey quickly rushed up to her and caught her wrist. “You’re already here–how about dinner together? This isn’t

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your typical diner-”

Irene glowered. “Don’t touch me.”

He could talk as much as he wants, but touching?

Harvey gingerly let go. “Why are you so cold? Weren’t we getting along just fine?”

Irene thought that he must be having a laugh right then, or perhaps suffered brain damage!

“Isaac and I are fighting because of you–am I supposed to thank you for that? If you really are sorry, just stay away

from me.”

Harvey was speechless, and looked utterly wounded. “Aren’t we friends?”

“I’d rather not have a friend who keeps getting me into trouble,” Irene shot back.

Harvey was left speechless again–he just wanted to mess with Isaac a little. Was it even that serious?

“I actually met Isaac today. I was going to tell him the truth, but Stan Hill kept yapping at me, and I didn’t get a

chance to talk-”

“Wait.” Irene cut him short. “You met Isaac?”

Harvey nodded. “Yeah. I was going to explain it to him.”

“Did anyone tell you to do that?!” Irene felt like she could die right then–Harvey showing up around Isaac would only

cause more trouble!

“Come on, I was doing it for you…” Harvey groaned.

Irene waved him off right then–she was frustrated beyond words.

“I’m not having dinner with you.”

Irene’s mind was clear–right now, she should be going home to sit Isaac down and talk to him, and not stay here to

waste her breath with Harvey.

“Do this again, and we won’t even be friends!” she snapped.

“Alright, I got it,” Harvey said feebly–he was the one who messed up anyway.

“I’ll drive you home,” Ricky said, walking up to Irene.

“Okay,” Irene said. “And don’t hang out with people like him from now on.”

Harvey was speechless. People like him?

Feeling like he was being treated unjustly, he complained, “Look, I messed up here, but I didn’t do anything when

you were drunk, right?”

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He was just trying to get Isaac jealous and nothing else, and he was now some sort of villain because of that?

“If you did, I’d be the first one to come after you,” Ricky said then.

While Harvey was left speechless, Irene spoke without turning to look at him. “We’re leaving.”

There was no need to waste time here.

Harvey suddenly said, “I’m sorry.”

Irene did not respond as she and Ricky got into the car.

As Ricky drove steadily along the highway, they were both silent for a long while until he suddenly said, “Irene, since

Lulu just broke up, you should talk to her more, or ask her to come over from time to time.”

Irene looked at him then, and said pointedly, “She prefers mature men.”

Ricky was speechless for a moment, but quickly said, “I’m just worried about her. You’re being paranoid.”

“Maybe,” Irene admitted. “But you can show her your concern yourself too.”

After all, the best way to recover from a relationship was a rebound relationship.

Irene leaned against the car window then. Her own private life was a mess now, and she certainly had no mood to

care about others.

The skies were getting dark, but Irene clearly saw a certain woman as they drove past a hotel.

She suddenly yelled, “Stop!”