The Runaway Groom

Chapter 11

The sudden bellow startled Irene, and as she spun around, she inadvertently knocked the box, sending it crashing to the floor with a loud bang!

Isaac was glaring at her, and he appeared at once incensed and murderous!

Flustered, she quickly explained, “I–It was an accident...”

She dropped to a crouch and tried to pick it up, but she felt something catching her wrist before she could reach the box, and the weight behind the grip threatened to crush her bones.

It was agony–her hand could have fallen off just then, and she was sweating from the pain.

“Keep your dirty hands away from it!” Isaac yelled in rage, his eyes red as he promptly flung Irene away.

Caught off guard, she stumbled backward and hit her head against the corner of a wardrobe nearby. The ensuing pain seemed to cut into her heart and numbed her. There was a dull ring in her head, and she could feel something warm flowing out–she reached out and felt around the back of her head, and felt a stickiness.

Unsurprisingly, it was blood, but it was not much.

She looked up, and saw between her disheveled locks of

hair that Isaac was carefully picking up the box, and his reaction alone made it obvious how important the box was to him.

He opened it, fearful that the contents were destroyed, and carefully studied it. Still, it appeared that the box had protected the contents.

He felt a sense of relief, but the thought that Irene almost broke it left his temper flaring–so much so that he could kill her!

Turning to glare at her with red, murderous eyes, he roared, “You really want me to kill you, don‘t you?!”

On the other hand, Irene got to her feet with much difficulty. Her numbness had dissipated, but now it was sheer pain gnawing at her nerves, and she stopped herself from shaking as she said, “Sorry...”

She could see that the box was a treasure to Isaac.

“Sorry? You think sorry would cut it?”

To him, she was as shameless as she was conceited!

Even as he closed in on her, the crushing pressure that his mere presence projected left Irene panicking and retreating fearfully.

Thud,

against the wall, even as she murmured

seized her chin with a pincerlike grip, and Irene thought she heard the sounds of bones dislocating. It hurt so much that she

he was certainly terrifying, like a reaper straight from hell–his presence making one‘s blood run

but could not, even as he breathed into

placed in the word ‘destroy‘ left her shuddering, and that was when he tossed her

and she would have fallen on the floor again

her standing otherwise. Meanwhile, Isaac

it without meaning to, and her eyes lingered for

just as she found the contents of the box a little familiar, Isaac roared at her before she could get a good look,

the door before she could satisfy her curiosity–there was a chance Isaac

the room, Isaac‘s cruel visage eased as he looked at the contents of the box, a rare

his parents‘ passing, and the owner of these objects

if more than ten years had passed, he remembered the little figure and the

purest eyes

heat allowed his ice–cold heart to feel a hint of

the room, Irene was holding a hand over her forehead when Henry rushed to the scene. Seeing her pale face,

little bruise,” she

poor temper... but he should not go so far as to hit a woman, should he? “What happened?”

accidentally touched

a family photo?” Henry

“Yes.” Irene nodded.

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think I can help you on this one... That box matters so much to him

precious the box was to Isaac, especially when he kept it beside a photo of his

as well — the first birthday present she received from her

was too young to understand what was happening aside from there being a funeral, or who had just died–she only found out that it was Isaac‘s

ran

when she saw

was barely ten years old,

the first time she had

struggle to survive , she waited for the woman to leave before jumping into the

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