The Runaway Groom

Chapter 92 Isaac promptly rushed into Irene‘s ward, where he found her on the floor beside her bed, her plastered leg sprawled limply on the floor. Frowning as he moved over to help her up, he restrained his temper and asked, “What are you doing? still trying to run when your foot is in that condition?”

Irene shook her head. Right now, she had no strength to run even if her legs were fine.

Her chest was swelling from lactation, leaving it utterly numb.

“I‘m just thirsty.”

It was only then that Isaac noticed that her lips were cracked and bleeding from dryness.

Sighing, he mildly said, “I‘ll get it for you.” As she was returned to her bed, Irene was left staring on the ceiling and asking feebly, “Isaac Jefferson... Why can‘t you just let me go?”

Isaac paused.

He alone was aware of his feelings for Irene.

However, his ego had prevented him from acknowledging that in the past just because she had been with another man, and he constantly kept those feelings repressed.

Now, things were different.

It turned out that she was not sleeping around–she somehow turned out to be the woman he was with that night, and now, he did not have to hide the feelings he harbored for her.

As Isaac brought Irene a glass of water, he sat beside her bed and helped her up. Her body was like jelly and utterly feeble, so he had to gather her in his arms and hold the glass beside her lips.

Irene drank everything with tiny sips.

“Do you want more?” Isaac asked after she finished the glass of water.

Irene shook her head-she was feeling sleepy. Still, Isaac did not let her go and kept her in his embrace. He was reminded of that night, and remembered how he always found her scent familiar… and now he understood the reason 1

She was the woman who had made him lose all restraint, and he certainly loved the scent which left him intoxicated.

On the other hand, Irene closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

She was waiting for Isaac to leave the room, so that she could borrow a nurse’s phone to call Sheryl

He never left, however, and she actually fell asleep amidst her pretense. When she opened her eyes again, Isaac was still standing by her bed, so she quickly closed her

she had suffered... Was that baby

about the miscarriage?” he asked, hoping dearly that she

not find out and hurt her child.

I ran, because I knew that you were going to

that she was not being mean to her own child–she had to lie

other hand, Isaac was left pursing

of his own ignorance? He tried to speak, but nothing was coming out of

He felt like his heart

and left Irene‘s ward. Just as he opened the door, Stan approached him. “Mr. Jefferson...” Isaac raised a hand, gesturing for him to be silent. Because right

aside without a word, knowing right then

there for a long while, and feeling that his legs were almost getting numb, Stan tried again, “Sir, I‘ve dealt with Whitney Cox. How is Ms. Spencer?”

This was so awkward…

Isaac said nothing – it was as if he never heard Stan. Stan became very worried, but still refrained from

Chapter 92

into Irene‘s ward, where he found her on the floor beside her bed, her plastered leg sprawled limply on the

over to help her up, he restrained his temper and asked, “What are you doing? still trying

shook her head. Right now, she had no strength to run

was swelling from lactation, leaving it utterly

Isaac noticed that

was left staring on the ceiling and

Isaac paused.

of his feelings

because she had been

Now, things were different.

woman he was with that night, and now,

her bed and helped her up. Her body was like jelly and utterly feeble, so he had to gather her in his arms and hold the glass

everything with tiny

you want more?” Isaac asked after she finished the glass of

shook her head–she

her go and kept

of that night, and remembered how he always found her scent familiar…

who had made him lose all restraint, and he certainly loved the scent