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

was past ten after she took her bath, but

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

half a glass of wine before returning upstairs to

both hands on the railing, shaking the pale yellow liquid

small

and

approaching from nearby, but it was too dark for her to

she was sure that Isaac had

into the front porch and its headlights turned

alighted, his shadow seemingly stretching on

Irene called

“Isaac.”

her on the balcony, he asked, “Haven’t

waiting for

usual scowl easing above his dark

swirled her glass

a lot to drink?” he

to

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

words, her sash started

light it seemed to dance in the air

he studied her with pupils as dark

more?”

hold of the sash just

was wearing had

seemed to have an additional tinge

first time, Isaac was being

his voice was as quiet as it

tipped off her outer gown with her fingers, breathing tenderly and alluringly, “You have to catch it, or it’d get dirty if it drops on the

could not stop himself

she take the wrong meds

catch it,” he

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

smiled. “I’m throwing it

railing, and it would fall once she loosened

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

but just as she was about to straighten

at the doorway, leaning against the

“Don’t.”

look good?” Irene

Isaac studied her then.

lips, her neck, or elsewhere…

“Yes.”

looked up, her lashes

reached out to take the outer gown off her hands. He then casually

her lip and threw herself into his arms. “Did

turn, and buried his face in her hair which smelled so

Irene tightened her hold around his

believed that she was right and she did not regret

court today without regard for what was wrong, insisting