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,

cornered against the wall, even as she

seized her chin with a pincerlike grip, and Irene thought she heard the sounds of bones dislocating. It hurt so much that she could not make a sound,

like a reaper straight

Irene. She tried to struggle but could

her shuddering, and that was when

a frameless puppet, and she would have fallen on the floor

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. There was a photo frame beside

it without meaning to, and her

she found the contents of the box a little familiar, Isaac roared at

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

visage eased as he looked at the contents of

of these objects were the last bastion that retained any Warmth he had in

than ten years had passed, he remembered the little figure and the determination as she dragged him along despite

purest

heat allowed his ice–cold heart

forehead when Henry rushed to the scene. Seeing her

got a little bruise,” she said

should not go so far as to hit

touched a

beside a family photo?” Henry

“Yes.” Irene nodded.

LLLLLL

you on this one... That box matters so much to him that

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

— the first birthday present she received from her late grandfather but she lost

either, but when she was seven, her grandfather had brought 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 that

any other, she ran off

boulder when she saw a woman

he was barely ten years old,

she had seen the wickedness

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

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