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 looked up to glare hatefully at

he was also violent-she was already bleeding from her

senses as he met

inside and narrowing his eyes, he

Irene was drunk,

herself off the ground with both hands, but her ankles caved and she stumbled , so she had

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

that already left Isaac‘s business attire a mess from

legs of

her eyes. “I–I didn‘t mean to

a chilling chuckle. “Really?” “Of

Wait...

a glare. “What are you

don‘t know yourself? Your

could not be denied that he had seen the morning after pills, and

thought of that night left her flinching, but

maintained a calm look.

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

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

murderous intent in his words – Isaac Jefferson‘s

he had ever suffered in

was already scarlet from all that alcohol, became redder as

of

two buttons snapped off her blouse and

collarbones to her black lacy bra, and he

Irene was still

a mess, dangling loosely beside her ears, while her raspy, uneven breathing was somehow

staring for too