The Runaway Groom

Chapter 43 Being a doctor herself, Irene knew the signs of a miscarriage. Her face turned pale, and Isaac noticed that something was wrong with her. “Are you hurt?” he asked.

Irene worked hard to make herself look strong while shaking her head. “No, I’m not.”

However, the instant she stepped out of the room, her face contorted in pain. Whitney would have hell to pay if her twins could not be saved! She trudged along through the living room area, and noticed that there were many men laying around, unconscious. She recognized them as Harvey’s bodyguards, but remained indifferent as she got out of the house and reached the car–screams echoed from the mansion just as she was just about to close the door.

It was Harvey, and each scream was more horrific than the last. What could Isaac be doing? Still, Irene did not have the time to think. She quickly lay down to rest, afraid of moving too much!

Meanwhile, Harvey’s scream lasted for an hour before Isaac finally stepped out and entered the driver’s seat-Stan was still in the mansion.

Irene thought to herself then that she simply could not tell what Isaac was thinking.

He gave her off to Harvey in the first place, did he not? Why was he upset now? Hesitating for a while, curiosity got the better of her and she asked, “Why are you

upset?”

felt his

he almost lost his mind when he found out that Harvey

anxiety right then almost overwhelmed

as it may, he would never say-no, he would never allow him to say

you’re my wife only in name, you’re still my

her lips in

she thought for a moment that Isaac was

was imagining things-why would he

in Isaac’s car last night… How did she end up here? “Mrs. Jefferson?” a voice called out, and a knock on the door could be heard. “Come in,” Irene replied. Mrs. Watson entered with a smile. “I’ve prepared breakfast. Come on, it’s time to eat.” Irene pulled off her blanket and asked casually, “How did I get upstairs?” “Mr. Jefferson carried you, of course,” Mrs. Watson replied with a twinkle in her eye.” Have

ever been peace

are getting along well,” Mrs. Watson continued, smiling, “It’s rare for Mr. Jefferson to

was going to have his way with

rest. After washing up, she dressed up and headed

was alone-Isaac was