The Runaway Groom

Chapter 131

Looking into Irene’s eyes, Issac told her, “If you still hate me for causing your miscarriage and pushing you off the building, you can curse me and hit me all you will, or demand anything —-I will accept everything you ask, but not a divorce.”

Irene sniffled. “I hate you, but…”

But she could not control her own feelings, and fell for him.

Biting her lip, she asked, “Don’t you care that I’ve been with other men?”

“I don’t,” Isaac replied, because he knew that she was squeaky clean and had given him her first time!

Irene made up her mind then. “But… do you mind if I had a child with another man?”

If he accepted it, so be it.

If he refused to, she would hold no qualms about leaving, so that neither of them would be hurt because they had to stay!

On the other hand, Isaac did not catch her hint, and presumed that she was talking about their lost child.

His heart sank at the thought, and his chest felt as if it burned. “If your children were still here, I would love them as my own.

Irene was left in disbelief. “Really?”

“I wouldn’t lie!” Isaac replied with determination.

“Alright, then I have something to tell you….”

Bang!

and Stan appeared at the door, huffing. “Bad news, Mr. Jefferson! Whitney

interrupted Irene’s confession, while Isaac promptly

“Did you

still following them, but they already boarded a boat. There’s little

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voice trailed off, Isaac barked furiously, “You’re all useless! Move, we

remembered Irene and turned to her. “Stay

Whitney escaping?” Irene asked in

made a mistake,”

nodded. “Okay.

was getting her just deserts after putting

to a heightened risk

“Tell the people following them don’t let them get away at any

“Yes, sir,” Stan replied.

have any boats available right

“A yacht, sir.”

Isaac said as he strode out of the

question that they were a little late, but the men Stan sent to tail them had

on the boat and confusion ensued, with

stood on the deck, even as the sea’s breeze blew violently against his jacket, causing it to flap

it may, he stood

“Whitney is my woman. Show me some respect

respect

“Yes, sir,” Stan replied.

arrived, they