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,

the wall,

pincerlike grip, and Irene thought she heard the sounds of bones dislocating. It hurt so much that

he was certainly terrifying, like a reaper straight

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

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

have fallen on the floor

she tried to stand, her body never leaving the wall because there would be nothing else keeping her standing otherwise. Meanwhile, Isaac returned the box to where it was.

glanced toward it without meaning to, and

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

door before she could satisfy her curiosity–there was a chance Isaac would kill her if she lingered in the

he looked at the contents of the box, a rare tenderness showing in his

the owner of these objects were the

had passed, he remembered the little figure and the determination as she dragged

the clearest, purest eyes she had

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

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

little bruise,”

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

accidentally touched

family photo?” Henry

“Yes.” Irene nodded.

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on this one... That box matters so much

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

as well — the first birthday present she received from her late

was seven, her grandfather had brought her here to Jefferson Manor. She was too young to understand what was happening

any other, she ran off for a stroll in the vast back

a boulder when she saw a woman throwing a

he was barely ten years

time she had seen the wickedness

run, but as she watched the boy struggle to

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