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

she took her bath, but

read, but her

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

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

a small

much and was not used to

from nearby, but it was too dark

was sure

front porch and its headlights

the door alighted, his shadow seemingly stretching

her lips, Irene called out

“Isaac.”

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

was waiting for

usual scowl easing above his dark gaze. “Were you

glass and finished

a lot to drink?” he

starting to feel

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

those words,

so light it seemed to dance in the air as it

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

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the sleeping gown Irene was wearing had no

and even that expression seemed to have an additional tinge of

the first time, Isaac was

smiled, and his voice was as quiet as it was deep.

outer gown with her fingers, breathing tenderly and alluringly, “You have

could not stop himself

the wrong meds

catch

The straps clinging on her shoulders were so thin they looked like they would snap at any

throwing

gown over the railing, and

stopped herself, clinging onto it as

as she was about to straighten

Isaac standing at the doorway, leaning against the

“Don’t.”

look good?” Irene asked with an

Isaac studied her then.

it her face, her lips, her neck, or elsewhere… he was

“Yes.”

looked up, her lashes twitching.

take the outer gown off her hands. He then casually threw it

her lip and threw herself into his

in turn, and buried his face in

Irene tightened her hold around his neck. “I doubted myself

was right

for what was wrong, insisting that she had broken regulations… She felt