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

she took her bath, but

up a book to read, but her mind could not calm down enough for her to

and poured herself half a glass of wine before returning

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

small sip

and was not used to the

approaching from nearby, but it was too dark

sure that

into the front porch and its

opened the door alighted, his shadow seemingly stretching on forever on the ground under the

Irene called

“Isaac.”

looked up. Seeing her on the balcony, he asked, “Haven’t you

was waiting

easing above his dark gaze.

her glass and finished the

a lot to drink?” he

starting to

railing, she looked at him coquettishly and undid the sash on her sleeping gown, asking directly, “Can

said those words, her sash started

seemed to dance in the air as it

gaze darkened further and he studied her with pupils as dark as

you have more?” he asked

fingers took hold of the sash just

Irene was wearing

to have an additional tinge of coquettishness.

the first time, Isaac was being

eyes twinkled as he smiled, and his

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

not stop himself

the wrong

I’ll catch it,”

black silk gown slithered off Irene’s body then, baring her fair skin. The straps clinging on her shoulders were so

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

returned inside, but just as she was about to straighten

leaning against the door as he stared

“Don’t.”

Irene asked

Isaac studied her then.

her lips, her neck, or elsewhere… he was not sparing a

“Yes.”

looked up, her lashes twitching.

toward her and reached out to take the outer gown off her hands. He then casually threw it on

bit her lip and threw herself into his arms. “Did you

buried

hold around his neck. “I doubted myself for the first

she was right and she did not regret

her at court today without regard for what was wrong, insisting that she had broken regulations…