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 going

ten after she took her bath, but Isaac had yet

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

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

her glass as she rested both hands on the railing,

small sip

much and was not used to the

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

so, she was sure that Isaac had

front

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

Irene called out

“Isaac.”

the balcony, he asked, “Haven’t you

waiting for

easing above

Irene swirled her glass and

a lot to

starting to

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

she said those words,

light it seemed to dance in the

studied her with pupils as dark as

more?”

longer fingers took hold of the sash just theThe Runaway Groom Chapter

sleeping gown Irene was

to have an additional tinge of coquettishness. “Yeah. Want

first time, Isaac was being

his voice

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

not stop himself

take the wrong meds

catch it,”

gown slithered off Irene’s body then, baring her fair skin. The straps clinging on her shoulders were so thin they looked like they would snap at

smiled. “I’m throwing it

railing, and it would fall once

hands in return, but Irene ultimately stopped herself, clinging onto it as she exclaimed shyly,

inside, but just as she was about to straighten her

the doorway, leaning against the door as he stared

“Don’t.”

Irene asked

Isaac studied her then.

lips, her neck, or elsewhere… he

“Yes.”

her

toward her and reached out to take the outer gown off her hands. He

her lip and threw herself into his arms. “Did

and buried his face in her hair which smelled

tightened her hold around his neck. “I doubted myself

right and she did not

what was wrong, insisting that