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 up to glare

spiteful, but he was also

his senses

and narrowing his eyes, he growled,

was drunk, but her head

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

slowly looked up to find Isaac‘s dark, icy gaze,

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

but the legs of his pants were already wrinkled

averted her eyes. “I–I didn‘t mean to do

chilling chuckle.

Wait...

glare.

yourself? Your own

in the heart, but it could not be denied that he had seen the morning after

night left her flinching, but

maintained a calm look.

find out... and

he grabbed her neck. “Tell me! How the hell is this possible? How could you cheat on me, and still stubbornly refuse to

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

worst humiliation he had

which was already scarlet from all that alcohol, became redder as she

air remained out of her

violently, two buttons snapped off her blouse and fell audibly

pretty collarbones to her black lacy bra, and

Irene was

was a mess, dangling loosely beside her

had been staring for too long, Isaac quickly turned