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

Back in the present, Irene looked up to

spiteful, but he was also

came to his senses as

narrowing his eyes, he growled, “You aren’t

of fact, Irene was drunk, but

and she stumbled , so she had to catch something

dark, icy gaze, and realized that she had caught his pants with both hands, which would

already left Isaac‘s business attire a mess from all her

let go, but the legs of

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

chilling chuckle.

Wait...

Isaac a glare.

don‘t know yourself? Your own character

be denied that he had seen the morning after pills,

night

maintained a calm look.

someone would find out... and in turn be humiliated because of

with a sinister glare as he grabbed her neck. “Tell me!

intent in his words

the worst humiliation he had ever suffered

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

remained out of her

snapped off

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

Irene was still

loosely beside her ears, while her raspy, uneven breathing was somehow

that he had been staring for too long, Isaac quickly