The Runaway Groom

Chapter 447

Irene's call was soon answered. "Is there a problem? Why are you calling at this hour? It must be midnight over there..."

Irene had been keeping contact with Stephen over the last six months, and he occasionally took photos or videos of Tommy there.

In fact, he recently sent her a video of Tommy, but she was now calling him again, intent on asking for more favors despite it although she would be asking too much.

But it was Tommy's birthday.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Stephen noticed her silence. "Like I said, I've already gathered the stuff you left on your desk."

Stephen did not dare to tell her the truth. Knowing that she would get worried, he decided to just tell her that she took everything- she was not going to find out from over there anyway.

Irene said softly, "I know, but that's not what I'm asking about. It's my son's birthday...”

"It took me over a month to get that video for you," Stephen told her.

It was certainly difficult for Stephen to reach Tommy, what with Sheryl and Mrs. Watson watching, as well as the bodyguards keeping watch.

"I won't impose, then,” Irene said, understanding his point.

Stephen realized then that he was a little harsh, and sighed. "Sorry, I've just retired and I'm not in a pleasant mood. I shouldn't have thought like that.”

"But you're not at the age to retire," Irene pointed out.

wondered if he could tell her right then that it was

merit and honors he earned over his career was

man was certainly as ruthless as

to pick up on what he was thinking, too. "Is Isaac harassing

my family too, "

haggard, since his life's

and asked, "How are

Irene replied. "I'll have my papers published next month

to read it," Stephen told her-he had

Irene had improved and enriched

exchanges, they hung up, and Irene lay

from a

video clearly captured Isaac's

his mesmerizing self in the months they had

in his arms, and

as well-her baby was doing fine

outside the window

illumination over the wrinkled, scarlet burn scars on her right

a crystalline tear trickled off the corner of her eye and disappeared in her

arrived when lrene was going to leave her apartment in the morning, asking, "Would you be

her time at work in Mead Clinic and

get to see her