The Runaway Groom

Chapter 368

Isaac reached out for his phone and saw that someone sent him a photo, and tapped on it to find a photo of Irene sleeping.

His expression stiffened right then, and he frowned as he soon received a text.

[She is with me.]

Harvey settled into his couch and folded his legs, shaking it after sending that text.

Isaac was abroad, so he could do nothing but worry when he saw the text, right?

Even if he rushed back right away, he would still be left feeling antsy throughout the journey.

Bzzt-

Irene’s phone started to ring just then.

Unsurprised at all, Harvey held back a smile. “Guess someone’s worried.”

He glanced at Irene, who felt something moving on her and fidgeted in irritation.

Harvey took the phone out of her pocket, whispering, “Keep sleeping. I’ll take this for you.”

Irene was feeling muddled–headed–any sound was a source of irritation, and she simply turned her back to him.

chuckled when

The man was anxious!

He laughed, and stood by the bed as he answered the phone.

he was about to speak,

chuckled. “I’m afraid I can’t.

was undoubtedly

was not upset with Harvey’s provocation–but

with other men, sleeping away from home and with Harvey

if he doubted that anything serious happened, he still

should I do? I think she likes to hang out with me. Why don’t

was silence from the other end again, and the call

left staring at the phone screen and lifting a brow.

he put Irene’s phone on a table, and turned unwittingly toward Irene, pursing his lips. “If he dumps you,

asleep and could not hear a thing, whereas Harvey got

while under the moon’s glow, his

but just as he was about to fall asleep, the

couch, and was just about to turn and snap at the intruder when the lights turned on with a

that as it may, he was left blinking, dumbfounded when he saw the person standing at the door. Isaac was supposed to be abroad–how did he show up here so quickly? There had

way you’d fly home so quickly! Did you project your soul here after it was disembodied because you’re

to stride

himself, “L–Look… She was drunk, and you can tell. I was sleeping

Harvey in the face before he could

hugged Irene in front of him the last time, and now