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.”

…

as they headed into the

her gaze at him. “You’re happy because

bobbing like a bird’s. “Let’s go out

gave his little

way, and Irene smiled as she watched

home for the children was not that bad—her sons would at least

children for the day before coaxing them to

pajamas, sitting on the bed

puffed at it, propelling that flap even as Irene tried to get him to sleep. “It’s

but he was still

him and gave him

and closed his

made sure he was asleep

she took her bath, but Isaac had

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

she headed downstairs and poured herself half a glass of wine before returning upstairs

swirled her glass as she rested both hands on the railing,

took a small sip and

much and was not used

but it was too dark for her

was sure

drove into the front porch

door alighted, his shadow seemingly stretching on forever on the