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.”

…

held Irene’s hand as they headed

her gaze at him. “You’re happy because

bird’s. “Let’s go

little hand a

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

bad—her

the

Tommy put on his bear pajamas, sitting on the bed

Irene tried to get him to sleep. “It’s almost ten.

he was still holding the

blanket over him and gave him a peck on the

beamed happily and

was asleep before going

after she took her bath, but Isaac had yet

her mind could not calm down enough for her to take

half a glass of wine before returning upstairs to stand

hands on the railing, shaking the pale

took a small

did not drink much and

a car approaching from nearby, but it was too dark

so, she was sure that

drove into the front porch

door alighted, his shadow seemingly stretching on forever