Novel Name : The Runaway Groom

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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.

Although red clothing could look terrible if it did not suit the person, Irene appeared sharp and

imposing.

The colors were a perfect match too: white shirt, red vest, red pants, and black boots.

When they returned to the stables, Carl had already picked them two horses: one white and one black.

The black one had a white patch of fur on its head that resembled a lightning bolt—Isaac usually rode

it.

“Do you need help?” Isaac asked.

Irene shook her head—she wanted to do it herself.

It was delightful just seeing riders spurred their horses to gallop overcast open plains on TV.

Even though they were not in an open field now, the greenery here was a vibrant emerald and it was

certainly wide enough!

The groundskeepers must tend to the grasscape meticulously.

“Did you use to come here often?” Irene asked.

“Occasionally. Not often,” Isaac replied—this had been one of his pastimes.

Irene was skeptical. “Mr. Dunham seemed to be really enthusiastic with your arrival…”

She stopped herself before she finished.

After all, this was a pastime of the rich, and as long as you had the money, they would certainly

remember your name and be enthusiastic about your patronage!

Meanwhile, Carl had someone brought in shin guards and the attendants helped Irene put them on.

Isaac helped her on the horse and instructed her since it was the first time, “Keep a firm hold on the

reins and don’t go too fast. Always keep your hands firmly around the horse’s belly.”

Isaac got on her horse, and one of the attendants led his horse to the meadow.

After that, the attendants let them have the reins to themselves.

Carl was on a horse as well, personally escorting them for safety reasons since it was Irene’s first ride.

Irene took a deep breath and spurred the horse with a prod of her foot.

The horse started off with a trot and moved quicker when she prodded a little firmer.

Still, the horse was certainly docile and well-trained.

As Isaac slowly followed Irene, she started to feel dissatisfied after a while.

Wanting to go fast, she held onto the reins and kicked firmly.

“Hyah!”

Isaac was caught off guard as Irene’s horse broke into a gallop.

Surprised by their sudden acceleration, he quickly gave chase!

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