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 then that it was

earned over his career was

man was certainly as ruthless

on what he was thinking, too.

tired. I could use the time to spend with my family too, " Stephen said, but even

since his life's work was gone

changed the subject and asked, "How

going smoothly too," Irene replied. "I'll have my papers published

sure to read it," Stephen told her-he had been keeping

had just been six months, but Irene had improved and enriched

they hung up, and Irene lay in bed,

a video of Isaac alighting from a car with Tommy in

was just a split second, but the video clearly captured Isaac's towering figure and his chiseled

still his mesmerizing self in

with staying in his arms, and was

well-her baby was

away her phone, she looked outside the window as faint moonlight

over the wrinkled, scarlet burn scars on

slowly closed her eyes, a crystalline tear trickled off the corner of her

Irene was going to leave her apartment in the morning, asking,

her time at

fact, he did not get to