The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 277

The Runaway Groom Chapter 277

Chapter 277

Isaac stared at Irene from the back.

She had smiled at him, but he felt no warmth from it.

In fact, it felt icy.

What had gotten into her?

Suddenly not drowsy at all, he kept his eyes widened, his eyes glimmering in the dark room.

On the other hand, Irene was sitting on the toilet although she turned on the shower sprinklers, and her clothes were still on.

She had calmed herself on the way home, but for some reason, seeing Isaac left her flustered.

She was afraid something really did happen between Kathy and Isaac.

If there really was nothing between them, Isaac would’ve never allowed Kathy to be that close to him.

Irene took out her phone to see that photo again: the angle was perfect, and it looked just like Kathy was

pouting at Isaac as she tugged on his jacket. While Isaac

was not facing the camera, anyone would think that they looked just like lovers.

Irene felt a pain on her chest, and suffocated a little.

She patted herself on the chest. Steam soon swirled all over the bathroom, leaving the room stuffy and hot.

As she started to sweat, she finally undressed and took a

shower.

She only emerged over an hour later, and Isaac sat up as she approached their bed.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him.

She struggled, but that only made Isaac tighten his hold

on her.

His warm, dank breath tickled her ears as he asked, you having problems? Do you need my help?”

“Why’d you ask?” Irene asked.

“You seem upset,” he replied.

“Are

Irene hung her head. She thought she managed to hide it,

but Isaac found out anyway.

“I’m not upset. Just tired,” she said quietly, doing her

best to sound calm.

“Then I’m hugging you to sleep.” Isaac said as he lay down, while she took Tommy in her arms in turn.

A pale ray of moonlight trickled in through the white

curtains, sprinkling on top of their blanket, the floor and

the table.

Irene was unable to sleep at all, but kept her eyes closed

so that Isaac thought she did.

She dozed off and woke up just before daybreak, and couldn’t fall asleep again.

As she stared at the window, she heard a buzz–Isaac’s

phone was vibrating on the table, waking him as well.

He promptly took it and hung up, afraid of waking Irene

and Tommy.

He then quietly got off bed with it and headed to the

balcony, closing the sliding glass door behind himself and calling Stan back.

“What is it?”

“You told me to keep an eye on Kathy, right? Our men

saw her leaving to meet Quincy,.” Stan said.

Isaac narrowed his eyes. “What were they discussing?”

“They couldn’t get too close. You know how wary Quincy is, and they didn’t want to be noticed…”

“Got it. Save the details for later.”

He hung up and returned inside, and just as he put down. his phone, Irene asked, “Who was that?”

It wasn’t as if she was being sensitive–she couldn’t help being suspicious after she found out what happened to Kathy yesterday. It felt like a splinter was stuck in her mind, hurting her deeply.

Moreover, Isaac even hung up that call beside her, and only called the other person back when she was out of

earshot.

It simply made her even more uncomfortable.

“It’s Stan. Something came up.” Isaac sat beside her and helped straighten her disheveled hair. “It’s still early- you can sleep in. I need to see to something.”

Irene bit her lip. “Is it really that urgent? The sun isn’t

even up.”

Isaac chuckled softly, his morning voice hoarse yet exceeding alluring. “What, don’t want me to leave?”