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

in the present, Irene looked up to glare

was also violent-she was already

to his senses as he met her

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

of fact, Irene was

both hands, but her ankles caved and she stumbled , so she had to

she suddenly felt a coldness filling the room. She slowly looked up to find Isaac‘s dark,

attire a

of his pants were already wrinkled and

eyes. “I–I didn‘t mean to do

breathed a chilling chuckle. “Really?” “Of

Wait...

a glare. “What are

you don‘t know yourself? Your own

that he had

of that night left her flinching,

maintained a calm look.

it, afraid that someone would find out... and in turn be

You 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

in his words –

he had ever

that alcohol, became redder as she gasped for breath, her chest

of her throat as she

buttons snapped off her blouse and fell

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

was still

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

he had been staring for