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 lot like

Back in the present, Irene looked up to glare hatefully

was

came to his senses as he met

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

matter of fact, Irene was drunk, but

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

up to find Isaac‘s dark, icy gaze, and realized that she had caught

so, that already left Isaac‘s business attire a mess from all

but the legs of his pants were already

her eyes. “I–I didn‘t

chilling chuckle. “Really?” “Of

Wait...

glare. “What are you talking

yourself? Your

not be denied that he had seen

that night left

maintained a calm look.

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

with a sinister glare as he grabbed her neck. “Tell me! How the hell is this possible? How could you cheat

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

worst humiliation he had ever suffered in

scarlet from all that alcohol, became redder as she

struggled, squeezing what air remained out of her

two buttons snapped off

down, his eyes darting straight past her pretty collarbones to her black lacy bra, and he was soon left

was still gasping.

her ears, while

staring for