The Runaway Groom Chapter 860

Irene smiled. “It hurts.”

“Then why are you carrying Tommy?” Sheryl asked as she put the glass of cranberry juice on the table. “Don’t you know how heavy he is now? I guess you weren’t hurt enough, huh?”

Still, she was sympathetic enough to take Tommy off Irene’s arms.

“Carry him when you’re better,” Sheryl said as she carried Tommy downstairs, not forgetting to remind her, “And finish your juice.”

Tommy pouted unhappily. “I hate you, Grandma.”

Sheryl tapped his little nose. “Be a good boy. Your mommy’s sick right now, but she’ll play with you when she’s better.”

“You’re lying. Mommy can carry me and she’s smiling. She’s not sick.” Tommy started flailing his little feet. “Let me down.”

Sheryl did so, and he promptly ran up to the couch and threw himself on it angrily.

“Be a good boy now,” Sheryl coaxed. “How about I buy you another Transformers—”

“I don’t wanna!”

despite his recently developed fondness

simply ignored him, since he

and he threw himself

up, asking, “What’s wrong?

again, his eyes puffy

didn’t let Irene carry him,” Sheryl

his face against Issac’s neck and sobbed, “But Mommy really wanted

was speechless. “Who would want to carry you? You’re so

Isaac’s neck. “Daddy, take me

him, “Grandma didn’t let Mommy carry you because Mommy is sick.

bright eyes. “Mommy was so nice. She’s smiling. She’s

want to worry you. It doesn’t mean she isn’t sick—be a good boy and listen

nodded, as if he understood, his eyes still

Come here—check out what I bought

Tommy asked expectantly, leaving Isaac staring at him for

forget what he asked

not remind him. “You’ll know when

him, but it would not fit in his trunk, so he asked that the seller deliver it to the hilltop

courtyard, and Tommy ran over on his little legs and

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