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 alighted, Tommy held Irene’s hand as they headed into the mansion, saying, “I’m so happy, Mommy.”

Irene lowered her gaze at him. “You’re happy because we went out?”

“Yes.” Tommy nodded, his head bobbing like a bird’s. “Let’s go out more, I’ll be even happier.”

Irene gave his little hand a squeeze. “Alright.”

Tommy was so happy he was skipping all the way, and Irene smiled as she watched him on cloud nine.

Maybe staying home for the children was not that bad—her sons would at least be happy, would they not?

She even bathed both children for the day before coaxing them to sleep.

It was 9 PM when everything was done. Tommy put on his bear pajamas, sitting on the bed as he played with the paper windmill they bought from the amusement park.

He puffed at it, propelling that flap even as Irene tried to get him to sleep. “It’s almost ten. Time to sleep—you can play with it tomorrow too.”

Tommy reluctantly lay down then, but he was still holding the paper windmill.

Irene pulled his blanket over him and gave him a peck on the forehead. “Good boy.”

Tommy beamed happily and closed his eyes obediently.

made sure he was asleep before going

ten after she took her bath, but Isaac had yet

book to read, but her mind could not calm down enough for her to take the words

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

glass as she rested both hands on the railing, shaking the pale yellow liquid

a small

and was

was too dark for her to see what it

was sure that

drove into the front porch and its

his shadow seemingly stretching on forever on the ground under the

Irene called out

“Isaac.”

the balcony,

was waiting

his usual scowl easing above

glass and

to drink?” he

starting to

looked at him coquettishly and undid the sash on her sleeping gown, asking directly,

as she said those words, her sash started to

light it seemed to dance in the

darkened further and he studied her with

have more?” he asked

fingers took hold of the sash

the sleeping gown Irene was

faintly, and even that expression seemed to have an additional tinge of coquettishness. “Yeah. Want

time, Isaac was

eyes twinkled as he smiled, and his

fingers, breathing tenderly and alluringly, “You have to catch it, or it’d get dirty if it

stop

take the

catch

then, baring her fair skin. The straps clinging on her shoulders were so thin they looked like they would snap at any moment, its soft texture hugging her slender but curvaceous

“I’m throwing it down

and

ultimately stopped herself, clinging onto it as she exclaimed shyly,

just as she was

the doorway, leaning against the door

“Don’t.”

it look good?” Irene asked with an

Isaac studied her then.

lips, her neck, or elsewhere… he was not

“Yes.”

looked up, her lashes twitching.

her and reached out to take the outer gown off her hands. He then casually threw it on the bed. “I like

bit her lip and threw herself

buried his

his neck. “I doubted myself for the

always believed that she was right and she did

they browbeat her at court today without regard for what was wrong, insisting that