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

sounds of bones dislocating. It hurt so much that she could not make a sound, and all she could do was look at him in

reaper straight

in, his terrible presence seemed to enfold Irene. She tried to struggle but could not, even

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

like a frameless puppet, and she would have fallen on the floor again if she was not

because there would be nothing else keeping her standing otherwise.

it without meaning to, and her eyes lingered for

a little familiar,

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

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

parents‘ passing, and the owner of these objects were

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

clearest, purest eyes she had

water, her body‘s heat allowed his ice–cold heart to feel a hint

was holding a hand over her forehead when Henry

got a little bruise,” she said

Isaac‘s poor temper... but he should not go so far

accidentally touched

one beside a family photo?” Henry quickly

“Yes.” Irene nodded.

LLLLLL

Henry sighed. “I don‘t think I can help you on this one... That box matters so much

understood how precious the box was to Isaac, especially when he

to have something precious as well — the first birthday present she received from

her here to Jefferson Manor. She was too young to understand what was happening aside from there being a funeral, or who had just died–she only found out

any other, she ran off for a stroll in the

a boulder when she saw a woman throwing a boy into the

boy looked like he was barely ten years old,

first time she had seen the wickedness of

afraid and wanted to run, but as she watched the boy struggle to survive , she waited for the woman to leave before jumping into the

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