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,

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

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

his little hand

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

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

for the

his bear pajamas, sitting on

that flap even as Irene tried to get him to sleep. “It’s almost ten. Time to

then, but he was still holding the

blanket over him and gave

happily and

sure he was

ten after she took her bath,

to read, but her mind could not calm down enough for her to take the words

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

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

a small

much and was not used to the

but it was too dark for her

sure

front

alighted, his shadow seemingly stretching on forever on the ground under