The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 11

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

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

terrifying, like a reaper straight from hell–his

to enfold Irene. She tried to struggle but could not,

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

fallen on the floor again if she was

keeping her standing otherwise. Meanwhile, Isaac returned the box to where it was. There was a photo

glanced toward it without meaning to, and her eyes lingered for two

familiar, Isaac roared

curiosity–there was

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

objects were the last bastion that retained any

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

the clearest, purest eyes

body‘s heat allowed his ice–cold heart to feel a

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

a little bruise,” she said

not go so far

touched a

family photo?” Henry quickly

“Yes.” Irene nodded.

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what had happened right then, Henry sighed. “I don‘t think I can help you on this one... That box matters so much to him that I wouldn‘t touch

to Isaac, especially when

— the first birthday present she received

her here to Jefferson Manor. She was too

ran off for a stroll

saw a woman throwing a boy

looked like he was barely ten years old,

the first time she had seen the

run, but as she watched the boy struggle to survive , she waited for

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