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

Jefferson!” Back in the present, Irene looked

only was he spiteful, but he was

to his senses

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

matter of fact, Irene was drunk, but her head was

caved and she stumbled , so she had

had managed to maintain her balance, she suddenly felt a coldness filling the room. She slowly looked up to find Isaac‘s dark, icy

that already left Isaac‘s business attire

go, but the legs of his pants were

eyes.

a chilling

Wait...

a glare. “What are you

yourself? Your

denied that he had seen the morning after pills, and knew that she

night left her flinching,

maintained a calm look.

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

can reach, don‘t you?” Isaac growled with a sinister glare as he grabbed her

in his words – Isaac

he had

was choking. Her face, which was already scarlet from all that alcohol,

out of her throat as

she flailed violently, two buttons snapped off her

to her black lacy bra, and he was soon left staring at her breasts that were

was

dangling loosely beside her ears,

for