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.

if he could tell her right then that it was all because of

earned over

man was certainly as ruthless as he was

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

use the time to spend with my family

haggard, since his life's work was gone

changed the subject and asked, "How are

is going smoothly too,” Irene replied. "I'll have my

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

Irene had improved and enriched her knowledge so much he could barely keep

hung up, and Irene lay in bed,

alighting from a car with

a split second, but the video clearly captured Isaac's towering figure and

in the

staying in his arms,

baby was doing fine with

phone, she looked outside the window as faint moonlight spilled in, illuminating her

over the wrinkled, scarlet burn

a crystalline tear trickled off the corner of her eye and

going to leave her apartment in the morning, asking, "Would you

most of her time at work in Mead

get to see her much at