The Runaway Groom

Chapter 861

The Runaway Groom Chapter 861

Irene’s voice was hoarse as she began, “Hold me, Isaac.”

Isaac did so, leaning in and wrapping his arms around her through the blanket, asking her softly, “Do your hips hurt?”

As Irene stayed silent, Isaac chuckled. “What’s gotten into you? Hmm? Tommy’s eyes were red and puffy, just like yours. Are you going to cry too?”

Irene sniffled. “Tommy was crying?”

“Oh, he’s enjoying himself out in the courtyard now,” Isaac said, his expression turning serious. “What about you?”

Irene returned her hug, burying her face over his chest. “I just miss you.”

“Me too.” Isaac chuckled.

“I love you, Isaac.”

That was the only way she could tell him that she cared about him—because she could not tell him about her biochemical pregnancy.

When Isaac lowered his gaze at her, she quickly averted her eyes.

Even as tears trickled off the corner of her eye, she played it down and said, “Don’t look at me. I’ll get embarrassed.”

Isaac pulled the blanket up over her shoulders as he replied, “Yes, ma’am.”

her head. “I’m drowsy. I

darkened even as he watched her, but he whispered softly.

gently closing the door

he called out,

made his way toward him, Isaac asked,

Eagle replied after

“Are you sure?”

someone as stalwart as Eagle had to keep his

was nothing weird about today—save from

Eagle not to tell anyone, so he was not about to make the decision on

to hold his tongue, and instead mentioned Neil. “Actually, sir… Dennis Turner’s boy ambushed her at the entrance

Isaac sighed. “Got it.”

frustrated as long as the incident was

she acting weird because of that? Either way, Neil must be placing some serious

James. “Let’s resolve Dennis Turner’s death

“Yes, sir.” James replied.

the mansion, Isaac took his car keys, and Sheryl saw that

without me,” Isaac replied. “I have something to

the hurry? You can have dinner before you leave,” Sheryl

stayed silent for a moment, and

while Irene stayed in

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