The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 838

Over at Jefferson Manor, Henry Jefferson’s funeral was over, and it was now time to deal with Ian Jefferson.

Once James learned that Ian was the one who sent those thugs from before, he unleashed all his fury and indignation on Ian.

Isaac’s phone happened to ring at the time, and as he took it out to answer it, James’s fist landed squarely on the bridge of Ian’s nose, shattering it and making him scream.

Irene heard it even as Isaac started to head outside.

“Yeah?”

Irene was relieved to hear him answer. “What was that?”

“Just James venting,” he flatly replied.

Irene quickly understood what had happened and did not ask anything else.

“I might be home late tonight,” he added.

“Oh,” Irene murmured. “Actually, I was just going to tell you that there’s no one at home. We’re all out.”

“I see. Head home soon, though.”

“Okay.”

“Shall I hang up now?” Isaac asked after a brief silence.

“Okay.”

…

hand as they headed into

lowered her gaze at him.

like a bird’s. “Let’s go out more, I’ll

little hand a squeeze.

all the way, and Irene smiled as she

home for the children was not that bad—her sons would at

bathed both children for the day

his bear pajamas, sitting on the bed as he played with the

puffed at it, propelling that flap even as Irene tried to get him to sleep. “It’s almost

lay down then, but he was still holding

blanket over him and gave him a

beamed happily and

he was asleep before going

took her bath, but Isaac

to read, but her mind

glass of wine

swirled her glass as she rested both hands on the railing, shaking the

a small

and

nearby, but it was

she was sure

car drove into the front porch and its

his shadow seemingly stretching on forever on