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

lowered her gaze at him. “You’re happy because we went

his head bobbing like a bird’s. “Let’s go out more, I’ll be

gave his little hand a

skipping all the way, and Irene smiled as

the children was not that bad—her

both children for the

pajamas, sitting on the bed as

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

reluctantly lay down then, but he was still holding

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

happily and closed his

sure he was asleep before

after she took her bath, but Isaac had yet to

to read, but her mind could

downstairs and poured herself half a glass of wine before returning upstairs

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

took a small sip and

much and was not

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

so, she was sure

front porch

then opened the door alighted, his shadow seemingly stretching on forever on the ground under