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

merit and honors he earned over

man was certainly as ruthless as he was

thinking, too. "Is Isaac harassing you because he found

time to spend with my family too, " Stephen said, but even the look

his life's

he changed the subject and asked,

Irene replied. "I'll have my papers published

it," Stephen told her-he had been keeping a constant eye

Irene had improved and enriched her

and Irene lay in bed, watching the video Stpehen sent her

was a video of Isaac alighting from a car with Tommy

split second, but the video clearly

mesmerizing self in

content with staying in his arms, and was

as well-her baby

away her phone, she looked outside the window as

wrinkled, scarlet burn scars on her right cheek

slowly closed her eyes, a crystalline tear trickled off the corner

arrived when lrene was going to leave her apartment in

had been spending most of her time at work in Mead Clinic

he did not get to