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.

right then that it was all because of

the merit and honors he earned over his career was all gone

man was certainly as ruthless as he

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

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

his life's

he changed the subject and

work is going smoothly too," Irene replied. "I'll have my

Stephen told her-he had been keeping a constant

just been six months, but Irene had improved and enriched her knowledge so much

Irene lay in bed, watching the video Stpehen sent

a video of Isaac alighting from a

the video

mesmerizing self in the months they had

staying in his arms,

as well-her baby was doing fine

looked outside the window as faint moonlight spilled

over the wrinkled, scarlet burn scars on her

slowly closed her eyes, a crystalline tear trickled off

apartment in the morning, asking,

at work in Mead

did not get