The Runaway Groom

Chapter 43

Being a doctor herself, Irene knew the signs of a miscarriage. Her face turned pale, and Isaac noticed that something was wrong with her. “Are you hurt?” he asked.

Irene worked hard to make herself look strong while shaking her head. “No, I’m not.”

However, the instant she stepped out of the room, her face contorted in pain. Whitney would have hell to pay if her twins could not be saved! She trudged along through the living room area, and noticed that there were many men laying around, unconscious. She recognized them as Harvey’s bodyguards, but remained indifferent as she got out of the house and reached the car–screams echoed from the mansion just as she was just about to close the door.

It was Harvey, and each scream was more horrific than the last. What could Isaac be doing? Still, Irene did not have the time to think. She quickly lay down to rest, afraid of moving too much!

Meanwhile, Harvey’s scream lasted for an hour before Isaac finally stepped out and entered the driver’s seat-Stan was still in the mansion.

Irene thought to herself then that she simply could not tell what Isaac was thinking.

He gave her off to Harvey in the first place, did he not? Why was he upset now? Hesitating for a while, curiosity got the better of her and she asked, “Why are you

upset?”

his heart

Harvey took her away, and

right then

he would never allow

said, “Even if you’re my wife only in name, you’re still my wise. Like I said, it disgusts

her

she thought for a moment that

things-why would he be interested

she woke up, she was already on her own bed. Pushing herself up, she found no one else in the room. Rubbing her temples, she remembered that she was in Isaac’s car last night… How did she end up here? “Mrs. Jefferson?” a voice called out, and a knock on the door could be heard. “Come in,” Irene replied. Mrs. Watson entered with a smile. “I’ve prepared breakfast. Come on, it’s time to eat.” Irene pulled off her blanket

blinked. Had there ever been peace between

continued, smiling, “It’s rare for Mr. Jefferson to be this

found a bit of kindness when he found out that Harvey was going to have his way with her. “Ah, I’m hungry.” After a long night of deep sleep, her belly no

dressed up and headed downstairs, taking a seat as

was alone-Isaac was not