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

Irene

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

to his senses as

inside and narrowing his eyes, he growled, “You

matter of fact, Irene was drunk, but her

her ankles caved and she stumbled , so she had to catch something

to find Isaac‘s dark, icy gaze, and realized that she had caught his pants with both hands, which would have

Isaac‘s business attire a mess from all her

legs of

eyes. “I–I didn‘t mean to

breathed a chilling

Wait...

Isaac a glare. “What are you talking

don‘t know yourself?

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

night left her

maintained a calm look.

tried to avoid it, afraid that someone would find out... and in

Isaac growled with a sinister glare as he grabbed her neck.

a murderous intent in his words – Isaac

worst humiliation he

was choking. Her face, which was already scarlet from all that alcohol, became redder as she

air remained out of her throat as she wheezed,

buttons snapped off her blouse and fell audibly

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

Irene was

beside her ears, while her raspy,

he had been staring for too