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

Jefferson!” Back in the present, Irene looked up to

spiteful, but he was also violent-she

came to his senses

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

of fact, Irene was drunk, but

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

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

left Isaac‘s business attire a mess from all her

legs of his

she averted her eyes. “I–I didn‘t

a chilling chuckle.

Wait...

Isaac a glare. “What

know yourself? Your own

not be denied that

thought of that night left her flinching,

maintained a calm look.

would find out...

really want to jump any man you can reach, don‘t you?” Isaac growled with a sinister glare as he grabbed her neck. “Tell me! How the hell is this possible? How could you cheat on me, and still stubbornly refuse to divorce

a murderous intent in his words – Isaac Jefferson‘s wife

humiliation he had ever suffered in his

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

what air remained out of her

buttons snapped off her

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

Irene was still gasping.

was a mess, dangling loosely beside her ears,

for too long, Isaac quickly turned