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.

was asleep before

she took her bath, but Isaac had

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

such, she headed downstairs and poured herself half a glass of wine before returning upstairs to stand

hands on the railing, shaking the

small

and was not

soon saw a car approaching from nearby, but it was too dark for her to see what

sure

front porch and its headlights turned

shadow seemingly stretching on

Irene called out

“Isaac.”

Seeing her on the balcony, he

was waiting

above his dark gaze.

swirled her glass and

a lot to drink?” he

to feel

the railing, she looked at him coquettishly and undid the sash on her

she said those words, her sash

in the air as it floated

studied her with pupils as

more?” he

hold of the sash

Irene was wearing had no

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

first time, Isaac

he smiled, and his voice was as quiet as

and alluringly, “You have to catch

could not stop

take the

catch

body 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

“I’m throwing it

gown over the railing, and it would fall

his hands in return, but Irene ultimately stopped herself, clinging onto it as she exclaimed shyly, “Never mind. I’m too shy

returned inside, but just as she was about to straighten

find Isaac standing at the doorway, leaning against the door as he stared

“Don’t.”

look good?” Irene

Isaac studied her then.

her lips, her neck, or elsewhere… he

“Yes.”

her lashes

the outer gown off her hands. He then casually threw it on the bed. “I like it. One layer

herself into his

and buried his face in her hair which

tightened her hold around his neck. “I

that she was right and she

court today without regard for what