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.

a lot like

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

was also violent-she was already bleeding from her

to his senses as he met her

and narrowing his eyes, he growled,

matter of fact, Irene was drunk, but her head was

ankles caved and she stumbled , so

room. She slowly looked up to find Isaac‘s dark, icy gaze, and

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

the legs of his pants were

eyes. “I–I

breathed a chilling chuckle. “Really?” “Of

Wait...

glare. “What are you

don‘t know yourself? Your own

not be denied that he had seen the morning after pills,

night left

maintained a calm look.

afraid that someone would find out... and in turn

sinister glare as he grabbed her neck. “Tell me! How

his words – Isaac Jefferson‘s wife

humiliation he had ever suffered in his

scarlet from all that alcohol, became redder as she gasped for breath, her chest heaving

air remained out of her throat as she wheezed, “Let...

flailed violently, two buttons snapped off her blouse and

his eyes darting straight past her pretty collarbones to her black lacy bra, and he was soon left staring at her breasts

was still gasping.

a mess, dangling loosely beside her

for too long,