The Runaway Groom

Chapter 447

Irene's call was soon answered. "Is there a problem? Why are you calling at this hour? It must be midnight over there..."

Irene had been keeping contact with Stephen over the last six months, and he occasionally took photos or videos of Tommy there.

In fact, he recently sent her a video of Tommy, but she was now calling him again, intent on asking for more favors despite it although she would be asking too much.

But it was Tommy's birthday.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Stephen noticed her silence. "Like I said, I've already gathered the stuff you left on your desk."

Stephen did not dare to tell her the truth. Knowing that she would get worried, he decided to just tell her that she took everything-she was not going to find out from over there anyway.

Irene said softly, "I know, but that's not what I'm asking about. It's my son's birthday..."

"It took me over a month to get that video for you," Stephen told her.

It was certainly difficult for Stephen to reach Tommy, what with Sheryl and Mrs. Watson watching, as well as the bodyguards keeping watch.

"I won't impose, then," Irene said, understanding his point.

Stephen realized then that he was a little harsh, and sighed. "Sorry, I've just retired and I'm not in a pleasant mood. I shouldn't have thought like that."

"But you're not at the age to retire," Irene pointed out.

wondered if he could tell her right

merit and honors he earned over his career

was certainly as ruthless

up on what he was thinking, too.

to spend with my family too, " Stephen said,

since his life's work was gone

subject and asked, "How are things over

too," Irene replied. "I'll have my papers published next month

make sure to read it," Stephen told her-he

improved and enriched her knowledge so much he

hung up, and Irene lay in bed, watching the video Stpehen sent her

from a car with Tommy in his

but the video clearly captured

his mesmerizing self in the months

content with staying in

smiled as well-her baby was doing fine

her phone, she looked outside the window as faint moonlight spilled in, illuminating her

burn scars on her

eyes, a crystalline tear trickled off the

her apartment in the morning, asking, "Would you be

time at work in Mead

did not get