The Runaway Groom

Chapter 977

Zachary refused to answer, leaving Irene unable to stay composed at all.

He knew Isaac much earlier than she did, and she scarcely knew a thing about his past.

What was Zachary trying to say?

[Explain yourself, Zachary Slate! What were you trying to say?!]

Zachary simply lay in bed, lifting a brow when his phone jingled with a notification, but he did not check it.

He knew that Irene was flustered-and certainly had the capacity for it.

As it turned out, no one could stay unaffected when something like that happened to them.

He certainly did not believe in empathy—one had to experience the same anguish as the person to really know how it felt, and those who had never gone through it would never understand it.

Meanwhile, his phone kept jingling, and he finally picked it up for a look.

[Zachary Slate!]

[Zachary Slate!!!]

being spammed with his own

to his feet and answered

was actually stunned, since she did not expect him

the initial surprise, she was glaring fixedly

grinned. "Want to come

Irene asked bluntly, "What were you going to

"Nothing," Zachary replied flatly.

poured her a glass of water. "Here. You need to cool

his room, not at all cagey as she planted herself on the

said, ‘You were saying that liking a person is self-indulgent, whereas love is self-restraint. And you

Irene nodded. "Yes."

of those two is how Isaac feels about you?"

her brow wrinkling as she asked, "That's what

nodded—he knew all too well how things were between her and Isaac when they

aware whether Isaac had been self-indulgent or restrained around

if Zachary wanted to drive a wedge between her and Isaac, but they were discussing the question

was certainly not merely being self-indulgent

Isaac only liked

feet and walked up to

say something to him, she stayed silent and