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.

her right then that it was

and honors he earned over his career was all

certainly as ruthless as he

thinking, too. "Is Isaac harassing you because he found

to spend with my

appeared haggard, since his life's work was gone in a

changed the subject and asked, "How are things over

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

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

and enriched her knowledge so much

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

video of Isaac alighting from

just a split second, but the video clearly captured Isaac's

self in the months they had been

content with staying in his arms,

baby was

the window as faint moonlight spilled

over the wrinkled, scarlet burn scars on her right cheek was exceedingly

eyes, a crystalline tear trickled off the corner of her eye and

was going to leave her apartment in the morning, asking, "Would you be home

been spending most of her time at

did not get to see her much at