The Runaway Groom

Chapter 8

Did he not just leave her with that pervert? Why would he show up here? To laugh at her?

Haha!

“Isaac Jefferson?” Irene snapped, pointing at the man despite the killing intent swirling around him, boosted by liquid courage and not knowing fear just then. “You are... a real bastard!”

Isaac‘s face turned dark instantly, while Stan and Mrs. Watson kept their heads down in fearful silence.

Even so, Irene shambled forward, grabbing Isaac‘s necktie and pulling him toward herself. “You thought I wanted to marry you? You think you’re some sort of god?”

The alcoholic fumes she breathed left Isaac frowning, and anger brewed in his eyes as he deftly caught her wrist.” You‘re crazy.”

She was willing to play along with any man. He had tried to corner her and make her ask for a divorce, but she was as dumb as a donkey and refused to yield.

Still, he had changed his mind after she left with Harvey

-regardless of what had happened, she was his wife, even if he felt repulsed that she had been defiled.

“You‘re the crazy one.” Irene‘s hands never stopped clawing at him drunkenly, in retaliation against Isaac for letting that man molest her!

Glowering, Isaac dragged her upstairs by the wrist, even as she tried to shake him off. “Let me go! Let me go...”

Bang!

He kicked open the bedroom door and flung her inside, causing her to stumble and drop to her knees.

“Ah... Urgh...” she moaned as she clutched her kneecaps, and her voice gave Isaac pause.

That voice… His mind seemed to return to that night for a split second.

sounded a lot

Jefferson!” Back in the present, Irene looked up to

he was also violent-she was already

his senses as he met her

and narrowing his eyes, he growled, “You

of fact, Irene was drunk,

ground with both hands, but her ankles caved and she stumbled , so she had to catch something beside

filling the room. She slowly looked up to find Isaac‘s dark, icy gaze, and realized that she had

left Isaac‘s business attire a mess from all her pulling

of his pants were already wrinkled and

she averted her eyes. “I–I didn‘t mean to

breathed a chilling

Wait...

a glare. “What are

you don‘t know yourself? Your own character

contempt stung Irene in the heart, but it could not be denied that he had seen the morning after pills, and knew that she had cheated

that night

maintained a calm look.

find out... and in turn

say now? You really want to jump any man you can reach, don‘t you?” Isaac growled with a sinister glare as he grabbed her neck. “Tell me! How the hell is this possible?

in his words

humiliation he had ever suffered in his

that alcohol, became redder as she gasped for breath, her chest

remained out of her throat

two buttons snapped off her

looked down, his eyes darting straight past her pretty collarbones to her black lacy bra,

was

her ears, while her raspy, uneven breathing was

had been staring for too