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

present, Irene looked up to glare hatefully

only was he spiteful, but he was

to his senses as he

he growled, “You aren’t drunk,

Irene was drunk, but her head was

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

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

business attire

go, but the legs of his

, she averted her eyes.

chilling

Wait...

Isaac a glare. “What are you talking

know yourself? Your own character

contempt stung Irene in the heart, but it could not be denied that he

night left her flinching,

maintained a calm look.

would find

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

murderous intent in his words – Isaac

worst humiliation he

was choking. Her face, which was already scarlet from all that alcohol, became redder as she gasped for breath, her chest heaving

squeezing what air remained out of

off her blouse and fell audibly onto

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

Irene was still gasping.

was a mess, dangling loosely beside her

for too long, Isaac quickly