The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 8

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

the present, Irene looked up to glare hatefully

but he was also violent-she was already bleeding from

his senses as he

eyes, he growled, “You

a matter of fact, Irene was drunk, but

herself off the ground with both hands, but her ankles caved and she stumbled , so she had

up to find Isaac‘s dark, icy gaze, and realized that she had caught his pants with both hands,

attire a mess from all her

the legs of his

averted her eyes. “I–I didn‘t

breathed a chilling chuckle.

Wait...

glare.

don‘t know yourself? Your own

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

of that night left her

maintained a calm look.

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

he grabbed her neck. “Tell me! How the hell is this possible? How could you cheat on me,

in his words –

the worst humiliation he had

face, which was already scarlet from all that alcohol, became redder as she gasped for breath, her

out of her throat

snapped off her blouse and

darting straight past her pretty collarbones to her black lacy bra, and he

was still gasping.

hair was a mess, dangling loosely beside her

staring for too long, Isaac

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