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 Isaac had

to read, but her mind could

such, she headed downstairs and poured herself half a glass of wine

both hands on the railing, shaking the pale yellow

a small sip

and was not used to

it was too dark for her to see

sure that Isaac

into the front

door alighted, his shadow seemingly stretching on forever on

lips, Irene called out

“Isaac.”

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

was waiting

easing above his dark gaze. “Were

Irene swirled her glass and

a lot to

starting to

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

said those words, her

was so light it seemed to dance in the air as it floated

he studied her with pupils

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Irene was wearing

faintly, and even that expression seemed to have an additional

the first time, Isaac

eyes twinkled as he smiled, and his voice was as quiet as it

her fingers, breathing tenderly and alluringly, “You have to

stop himself from

she take the wrong meds

I’ll catch it,”

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

throwing it

gown over the railing, and it would fall once she

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

returned inside, but just as she was about to straighten her clothes,

standing at the doorway, leaning against the door as he stared

“Don’t.”

look good?” Irene asked with an unfocused

Isaac studied her then.

face, her lips, her neck, or elsewhere…

“Yes.”

looked up, her

and reached out to take the outer gown off her hands. He then casually threw it on the bed. “I like it. One layer is

her lip and threw herself

and buried his face in her hair

hold around his neck.

believed that she was right and she

what was wrong, insisting that she had