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

the present, Irene looked up to

was

his senses as he

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

fact, Irene was drunk, but

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

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 his pants with both hands, which would have slipped off if it was not for his

that already left Isaac‘s business attire a

legs of

she averted her eyes.

chilling chuckle. “Really?” “Of

Wait...

Isaac a glare. “What are you talking

yourself? Your own character

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

night left

maintained a calm look.

find out... and in

don‘t you?” Isaac growled with a sinister glare as he grabbed her neck.

murderous intent in his words –

the worst humiliation he had ever suffered

already scarlet from all that alcohol, became redder as she gasped for breath,

remained out of her throat

violently, two buttons snapped off her

past her pretty collarbones to her black lacy bra, and he was soon left

was still gasping.

hair was a mess, dangling loosely beside her

staring for too long,