The Runaway Groom Chapter 885

Isaac was left dumbfounded for a moment, but he quickly and gently patted Irene’s back. “You’re drunk. Be good now, and don’t say such silly things. I’m carrying you inside.”

“No…”

Even so, Irene was holding onto his waist relentlessly while keeping her face buried in his chest. “You don’t get it.”

Isaac lowered his gaze at her and asked, “What don’t I get?”

“I’m afraid to tell you,” she rasped.

Isaac turned to Eagle right then, “Go in for now!”

“Yes, sir,” Eagle said, and turned to head inside.

“It hurts.” Irene, meanwhile, was tightening her hands around his waist.

“Do you want to vomit?” Isaac asked mildly.

Irene shook her head, still leaning against him. “My heart hurts.”

Isaac sharply noticed that there was something weighing on her mind, and he asked softly, “Why?”

That was when she suddenly looked up, staring him straight in the eye.

“Bleurgh.”

Her stomach was churning.

unable to carry her out in time,

The stench…

put a palm

should have carried her out of the car immediately

and wiping himself a little, he then threw

to clean the car.

stench of vomit, mixed with the

got inside,

“Bleugh…”

the washroom, while Sheryl appeared with her grandson in her

carried and smelled of alcohol, Sheryl frowned. “She

“Yeah,” Isaac replied.

is she doing?” Sheryl groaned. “She never

a dinner among the staff of the research center. It won’t do if she was the only one

hot bath. She would have to bathe downstairs.” Sheryl entered the room, intending to

fine. I can do it,” Isaac said. “You should stay outside with the baby—she will start vomiting again, and the

nodded. “Alright, you take care of her. The baby is going to sleep soon

replied, and closed the bathroom

again, though there

water, and the room was soon filled with

feel better yet?” he

floor, her clothes a mess and slightly caked in

and her

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