The Runaway Groom

Chapter 481

Irene was left paralyzed in fear, unsure of how she should react.

Did he notice something? The very thought left her gulping without knowing it.

Nonetheless, Isaac paused just a pace away.

"What are you afraid of? Did you think I'd force myself on someone as ugly as you?"

With that, he turned and walked toward the bed, leaving Irene frowning and wondering if there was something wrong with him.

Wait, there was—and it was quite serious too.

By the time Irene brought a chair to sit at the edge of the bed, Isaac had already laid down, and she began to massage him.

Her technique was precise and she applied the right amount of pressure, and there was no question that it was comforting.

Isaac slowly closed his eyes—he somehow enjoyed the feeling that could make him sleep.

Irene, however, was doing it while almost dozing off.

While it was fortunate that Isaac slept early, he caught her by the wrist when she tried to leave.

Was he dreaming again? As she lowered her gaze at him, she tried to pull her hand out of his grasp, but he held on tightly.She sat at the edge of the bed in turn, intending to leave when he released her.

However, as she waited, she dozed off on top of him.

how long had passed as she woke

she flexed her numbed

to leave when she realized that there was no

it was not in

he

Irene blinked.

I do

you sleep

flip out.It was only natural—he was at once

holding my

"Get out!"

explanations, let alone

would never allow anyone aside from Irene

nothing to do with his wrath—he just felt guilty, like he had cheated

clingy, and she had only fallen asleep because she was too

her head and headed outside, she noticed that his hand had turned red, as

freak? She had never

his chin loftily, he said, "You don't have to come anymore, nor help me with my

Irene was puzzled.

"Was my treatment subpar?"

turned his back on her.Her treatment had certainly been excellent,

Nonetheless, he lied.

"It is."