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

had suffered... Was that

the miscarriage?” he asked, hoping dearly that

not find out and hurt her child. After all, he was heinous enough to push her

away, she said, “I never lied–I had twins, and I lost one due to the miscarriage. That‘s why I ran, because I knew that you were going to be furious if you found out that I was still pregnant. But

that she was not being mean to her own child–she had to lie and hide the truth since another doctor saw that

other hand, Isaac was left pursing

twins, but ended up losing them because of his own ignorance? He tried to speak, but nothing was coming out of his vocal cords, which

with tears. He felt like his heart had sunken

him. “Mr. Jefferson...” Isaac

word, knowing right then that his boss was not

his legs were almost getting numb, Stan tried again, “Sir, I‘ve dealt with Whitney Cox. How is Ms. Spencer?” The latter was his actual concern – did something happen to her? Was that

This was so awkward…

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

Chapter 92

Irene‘s ward, where he found her on the floor beside her bed,

moved 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 even if

lactation, leaving it utterly

Isaac noticed that her lips

you.” As she was returned to her bed, Irene was left staring on the ceiling and asking feebly, “Isaac Jefferson...

Isaac paused.

alone was aware of his

had prevented him from acknowledging that in the past just because she had been with another man, and he constantly kept

Now, things were different.

sleeping around–she somehow turned out to be the woman he was with that night, and now, he did

body was like jelly

drank everything with

Isaac asked after

shook her head–she was feeling

let her go and kept her in his

he always found her scent familiar…

him lose all restraint,