The Runaway Groom

Chapter 233

Prev Chapter
Background

Font family

Font size

Line hieght

Full frame
Yes No

No line breaks
Yes No
Next Chapter

The Runaway Groom Chapter 233

Irene raised a brow, clearly doubting Isaac’s words.

Henry wouldn’t call him twice if it was ‘nothing‘.

Still, she knew shouldn’t ask if he did not want to tell.

“Don’t you have work?”

“No.”

He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her, and tightened his embrace when she tried to

struggle.

“Don’t. Let me hold you for a moment–that’s all I ask.”

Irene stopped struggling, her heart skipping a beat.

She was still sitting on the bed even as he held her, and her face was against his waist.

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

She could sense that he was dispirited for some reason, and couldn’t help wrapping her arms around

his waist. Concerned, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

Isaac said nothing, but he was brushing his fingers over her hair. There was only warmth in his heart

when he held her, and he felt like he was actually standing on solid ground.

“I’m so thankful you were the one that night,” he suddenly said softly.

Irene, however, stiffened. This was the first time they spoke about it after that revelation.

She actually felt awkward and embarrassed.

“Hey…”

“Weren’t you afraid?” he asked.

Irene lowered her gaze–there was no way she wasn’t afraid at the time.

However, she could tell that Isaac was no villain from the fact that he held a blade, but did not harm

her. Therefore, she decided to help him.

“Why didn’t you push me away?” he asked again.

Knowing that he was referring to their intimacy, the most indulgent moment in her life, Irene actually

found no regret at all.

In fact, she actually felt regret when she realized she had fallen for him.

She just didn’t know that he was the man she had been with. Somehow, what she once thought was a

mistake turned out not to be one at all.

It was clearly a rebellious act–a gesture of dissatisfaction she made against Lionel’s threat.

However, she didn’t tell Isaac that. Instead, she smiled at him. “Because I get to make you a cuck.”

Isaac grinned in return. “Do you really hate me that much?”

“Yeah.” She nodded as hard as she could.

Isaac lifted her chin, and as she was forced to look up. Their eyes met mid–air.

He somehow felt like he knew her crystalline, watery gaze -as if he had met her before. Yet, he was

Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

unable to remember.

“What’s in your mind?” Irene asked.

Isaac came to his senses, but said nothing. His fingers brushed against her cheeks, and then her ear,

which left her blushing and heating up a little.

As he slowly leaned downwards, Irene seemed to sense a tenderness she didn’t usually see against

the warm glow overhead.

His eyes sparkling like the stars in the night, Isaac said, ” I want to kiss you.”

His searing lips met hers as he spoke.

Irene did not dodge him. She answered him, accepting him.

As she raised her hand, she inadvertently knocked on the photo frame on the bedside drawer.

It landed with a loud clatter, interrupting them.

Isaac looked at it and asked, “What’s that?”

“A photo of me as a child,” Irene replied.

Isaac’s interest was piqued. “May I have a look?”

“Sure.” Irene picked it up and passed it to him.

When Isaac took it and saw the person on it, his brow visibly creased.

Report chapter Comments

The Runaway Groom

Notify