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.

sure he was asleep before going

after she took her bath, but Isaac had

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

she headed downstairs and poured herself half a glass of wine before returning upstairs to stand out on the

both hands on the railing,

a small sip and

drink much and was not used

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

so, she was sure that

drove into the front

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

Irene called out

“Isaac.”

on the balcony, he asked,

was waiting for

smiled, his usual scowl easing above his

swirled her glass

lot to

starting to

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

said those words, her sash

in the air as it floated

her with pupils

you have more?” he asked

took hold of the sash just theThe

sleeping gown Irene was wearing

and even that expression seemed to have an additional

first time,

dark eyes twinkled as he smiled, and his voice was as

outer gown with her fingers, breathing tenderly and

not stop himself

the wrong meds

catch

baring her fair skin. The straps clinging on her shoulders were so

throwing

the gown over the railing, and it would fall once she loosened

Irene ultimately stopped herself, clinging onto

was

doorway, leaning against

“Don’t.”

it look good?” Irene asked with an unfocused

Isaac studied her then.

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

“Yes.”

looked up, her lashes

outer gown off her hands. He then casually threw

lip and threw herself into

wrapped his arms around her waist in turn, and buried his face in her hair which smelled so sweet. “Know

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

was right and she did

without regard for what was wrong, insisting that she had broken regulations…