The Runaway Groom

Chapter 121

“That’s enough!” Lionel snapped at Samantha.

The woman simply snorted and ignored him, while warning Irene, “You’re married and you’re no longer a part of our family. Don’t even think of getting a dime from the Spencer estate- everything belongs to Ricky now.”

Lionel was incensed. “I’m still alive, and you’re talking about inheritance already? You really want me dead, don’t you?”

If he died now, it would be from all the stress Samantha gave him!

Knowing that she had misspoken, Samantha quickly caved and started rubbing his back. ” What are you saying? You’re my dependent…”

Naturally, she did not want Lionel to die now, because she had yet to persuade him to leave a will!

Irene shot Samantha a look then. It was obvious to her that the woman was already gunning for the Spencer estate, but she said nothing and left the ward.

“Let’s go, Mrs. Watson,” she said, letting Mrs. Watson hold her wheelchair then.

After Irene had her plaster cast removed, the doctor told her that she could start walking in a few days. However, she should also refrain from anything strenuous that involved her legs, such as running.

With that finished, she checked in with Dr. Kelly and asked about Lionel, who admitted that he was in bad shape and probably would not survive for long.

The news left Irene’s heart sinking.

“However, we will do what we can to ensure that he gets as many remaining days as possible,” Dr. Kelly finished.

Irene

her head felt muddled as she left the hospital, and she was too distracted to finish her food during dinner. She simply showered afterward and lay down

kept him,

gray silk bathrobe after he showered. His tall, muscular frame looked good in anything-naturally, he was a delightful sight

he entered. Still, she pretended to

not move.

his

clenched on the pillow when

but Isaac’s body wafted with a faint scent of herbal

spilled into her ear, he chuckled in amusement and heart-melting tenderness.”

He knew!

in his arms and rasped,

to do,” he replied. “Actually, I’ll be busy over the next few days

Now, sleep-it’s very late,” she replied, not daring to move or

would spiral out of control from

healthy, strapping man, and he would be lying if he said that he did not want to do anything now-with the woman

beginning to ease between them. He did not want

steady was the

her in his arms

the next morning, and she put the Centurion Card that Isaac had given her in front of him at the breakfast

down her fork. “We’re married.