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.

if he could tell her right then that it was all because of

the merit and honors he earned

certainly as ruthless as he was

he was thinking, too. "Is Isaac harassing you

the time to spend with my family too, " Stephen

haggard, since his life's work was gone in

the subject and asked, "How are things over

I'm fine, and work is going smoothly too," Irene replied. "I'll have my papers published next month

her-he had been keeping a constant eye on

months, but Irene had improved and enriched her

Irene lay in

Isaac alighting from a

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

was still his mesmerizing self in

staying in his arms,

smiled as well-her baby was

phone, she looked outside the window as faint moonlight

illumination over the wrinkled, scarlet burn

tear trickled off the corner of her eye and

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

been spending most of her time at work

not get