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.

her right then that it

and honors he earned over his career was all gone

as ruthless as he was

was thinking, too. "Is Isaac

I'm just getting tired. I could use the time to spend with my family too, " Stephen

his life's

changed the subject and asked, "How

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

it," Stephen told her-he

been six months, but Irene had improved and

up, and Irene lay in bed, watching the

alighting from a car with Tommy in his

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

mesmerizing self in

staying in his arms, and

as well-her baby

she looked outside the window as faint moonlight spilled in,

wrinkled, scarlet burn scars on her right cheek

eyes, a crystalline tear trickled off the corner of her eye

leave her apartment in the morning, asking, "Would you be home

had been spending most of her time at work in Mead Clinic and always returned home

not get to see her much at