The Runaway Groom

Chapter 402

There was a clear twitch in Isaac’s calm gaze right then, as if he was hopeful about what Irene was going to say.

However, before Irene could tell him that Yvaine’s death had nothing to do with her, she remembered the letter Yvaine left her.

Caught in a dilemma just then, her lips trembled as she murmured, “I–I’m sorry. It was an accident… believe me.”

She hung her head with those quick words, and left the study as if fleeing.

Quickly hiding herself in the washroom, she pressed a hand firmly over chest to restrain herself. However, her nostrils were already moist and her tears were flowing without control.

She clasped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out–so that no one would notice her misery.

Still, it took her a long while to compose herself,

At dinner, she sat away from Isaac, keeping her head down and not tasting her food at all.

Isaac never spoke, but he put a glass of milk Mrs. Watson prepared in front of her, and left the dining room.

Irene stared at the glass for a long while, spacing out.

Seeing that, Mrs. Watson urged her, “You should drink it while it’s warm.”

Irene came to her senses then, but as she turned back toward the milk, a crystalline tear trickled off her cheek and disappeared within the milk..

picked it up and chugged

she headed back to her bedroom, she found Isaac in Tommy’s bedroom. She stood at the doorway. without

lay in bed, staring blankly at

eyes and pretended that she was sleeping when she heard Isaac open

and she was worried about being. awkward along with the pain of seeing his calm gaze again, so she simply pretended

heard his footsteps before feeling

always reach out to her in bed gathering

her, and even though she was close enough to hear him

to sleep, she stayed up

not tell if Isaac fell asleep, only that he woke early

instructed, Mrs. Watson had already packed his luggage, and

was standing in the living room in his tailored black suit, which accentuated his figure perfectly. from his broad shoulders down to his long legs. Even from the side, his facial features were distinct and

him from the back was enough to

barefooted, watching him from

told Mr. Watson, “She’s always busy,

I will,” Mrs. Watson

go,” he then

doorway, however, he paused for a moment–but he did

Irene’s fingers clenched over the

so much to run

stayed in her