The Runaway Groom

Chapter 131

Looking into Irene’s eyes, Issac told her, “If you still hate me for causing your miscarriage and pushing you off the building, you can curse me and hit me all you will, or demand anything —-I will accept everything you ask, but not a divorce.”

Irene sniffled. “I hate you, but…”

But she could not control her own feelings, and fell for him.

Biting her lip, she asked, “Don’t you care that I’ve been with other men?”

“I don’t,” Isaac replied, because he knew that she was squeaky clean and had given him her first time!

Irene made up her mind then. “But… do you mind if I had a child with another man?”

If he accepted it, so be it.

If he refused to, she would hold no qualms about leaving, so that neither of them would be hurt because they had to stay!

On the other hand, Isaac did not catch her hint, and presumed that she was talking about their lost child.

His heart sank at the thought, and his chest felt as if it burned. “If your children were still here, I would love them as my own.

Irene was left in disbelief. “Really?”

“I wouldn’t lie!” Isaac replied with determination.

“Alright, then I have something to tell you….”

Bang!

swung open, and Stan appeared at the door, huffing. “Bad news, Mr. Jefferson! Whitney Cox is headed for the docks, where a boat

interrupted Irene’s confession, while Isaac promptly remembered how

he asked, “Did you let

people are still following them, but they already boarded a boat. There’s

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voice trailed off, Isaac barked furiously, “You’re all useless! Move, we have

then remembered Irene and turned to her. “Stay home. There’s something

is Whitney escaping?”

made a mistake,”

nodded. “Okay. You

was getting her just deserts after

exposing her to

orders as he strode, “Tell the people following them

“Yes, sir,” Stan replied.

have any boats

“A yacht, sir.”

said as he strode out of

to the harbor, there was no question that they were a little late, but the

a fight had broken out on the boat

with a plank. Isaac walked over and stood on the deck, even as the sea’s breeze blew violently against his jacket,

as it may, he stood

“Whitney is my woman.

snorted coldly. “There’s no respect for

“Yes, sir,” Stan replied.

arrived, they brought