The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 838

Over at Jefferson Manor, Henry Jefferson’s funeral was over, and it was now time to deal with Ian Jefferson.

Once James learned that Ian was the one who sent those thugs from before, he unleashed all his fury and indignation on Ian.

Isaac’s phone happened to ring at the time, and as he took it out to answer it, James’s fist landed squarely on the bridge of Ian’s nose, shattering it and making him scream.

Irene heard it even as Isaac started to head outside.

“Yeah?”

Irene was relieved to hear him answer. “What was that?”

“Just James venting,” he flatly replied.

Irene quickly understood what had happened and did not ask anything else.

“I might be home late tonight,” he added.

“Oh,” Irene murmured. “Actually, I was just going to tell you that there’s no one at home. We’re all out.”

“I see. Head home soon, though.”

“Okay.”

“Shall I hang up now?” Isaac asked after a brief silence.

“Okay.”

…

Irene’s hand as they headed

at him.

bobbing like a bird’s. “Let’s go out more, I’ll be

his little

way, and

the children was not that bad—her sons would

children for the

bear pajamas, sitting on

get him to sleep. “It’s

lay down then, but he was still holding the

over him and gave him a peck on

and closed his eyes

made sure he was

after she took her bath, but Isaac had yet

could not sleep, so she picked up a book to read, but her mind could not calm down enough for her

and poured herself half a glass of wine before returning upstairs to stand

as she rested both hands

small

drink much and was not used to

approaching from nearby, but it was too dark for her

sure that

the front porch

towering figure then opened the door alighted, his shadow seemingly stretching on forever on