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

Jefferson!” Back in the present, Irene looked

he spiteful, but he was also violent-she was already

his senses

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

matter of fact, Irene was drunk, but

caved and she stumbled

up to find Isaac‘s dark, icy

business attire a mess

the legs of his pants

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

a chilling

Wait...

Isaac a glare.

don‘t know yourself? Your

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

of that night left her

maintained a calm look.

would find out... and in turn be

really want to jump any man you can reach, don‘t you?” Isaac growled with a sinister glare as he

in his words – Isaac

was the worst humiliation he had ever suffered

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

of her throat as

violently, two buttons snapped off her

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

Irene was still gasping.

beside her ears, while

that he had been staring for too long, Isaac quickly