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

Irene looked up to glare hatefully at

only was he spiteful, but he was

came to his senses as he met her

inside and narrowing his eyes, he growled, “You aren’t drunk,

of fact, Irene was drunk, but her

ankles caved and she stumbled , so she had to catch something beside her to maintain

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

Isaac‘s business attire a mess from all her

go, but the legs of

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

chilling chuckle. “Really?” “Of

Wait...

a glare.

know yourself?

the heart, but it could not be denied that he had seen the morning after pills, and knew

night left her flinching, but

maintained a calm look.

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

you can reach, don‘t you?” Isaac growled with a sinister glare as he grabbed her neck. “Tell me! How the hell is

murderous intent in his words – Isaac

the worst humiliation he had ever suffered in

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

air remained out of her

snapped off her blouse

black lacy bra, and he was soon left staring

was still

beside her ears,

that he had been staring for too long, Isaac quickly turned