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.

right then that it was all because of

he earned over

as ruthless as

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

to spend with my family too, " Stephen said, but even the look on his face

his life's

the subject and asked, "How are things

smoothly too,” Irene replied. "I'll have my papers published next month

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

been six months, but Irene had improved and enriched

more exchanges, they hung up, and Irene lay in bed, watching the video Stpehen

was a video of Isaac alighting from a car with

but the video clearly captured Isaac's towering figure

his mesmerizing self in the

with staying in his arms,

well-her baby was doing

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

wrinkled, scarlet burn scars on her right cheek

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

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

at work in Mead Clinic and always returned home

get to