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

Back in the present, Irene looked up to glare hatefully at

spiteful, but he was also violent-she

senses

eyes, he growled,

fact, Irene was drunk,

both hands, but her ankles caved and she stumbled , so she

she had managed to maintain her balance, she suddenly felt a coldness filling the room. She slowly looked up to find Isaac‘s dark, icy gaze, and realized that she had caught

business attire a mess from all her pulling

of his pants were

she averted her eyes. “I–I

breathed a chilling chuckle.

Wait...

Isaac a glare. “What are you

you don‘t know yourself? Your own

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

thought of that night left

maintained a calm look.

tried to avoid it, afraid that someone would find out... and in

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

in his words – Isaac Jefferson‘s

humiliation he had ever suffered in

from all that alcohol, became redder as she

of her throat as

violently, two buttons snapped off her blouse

her black lacy bra, and he was soon left staring at her breasts that were threatening to burst

Irene was

dangling loosely beside her ears, while her raspy, uneven breathing

been staring for

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