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.”

…

as they headed into the mansion, saying, “I’m

gaze at him. “You’re happy

head bobbing like a bird’s. “Let’s go out more,

gave his little hand

was so happy he was skipping all the way, and Irene smiled as she

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

the

everything was done. Tommy put on his bear pajamas, sitting on the bed as he played with the

it, propelling that flap even as Irene tried to get him

he was still

pulled his blanket over him and gave him a peck on the forehead.

happily and

was asleep before

past ten after she took her

so she picked up a book to read, but her mind could not calm

such, she headed downstairs and poured herself half a glass of wine before returning upstairs to

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

took a small sip and

drink much and was not used to

saw a car approaching from nearby, but it was too dark for her to see

sure

into the front

towering figure then opened the door alighted, his shadow seemingly stretching on