The Runaway Groom

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Chapter 370

Irene thought that even if she had yet to actually sober up, Isaac would stir enough fear in her to make her

sober.

Giving him a meek look, she asked again, “When did you get back?”

From Isaac’s perspective, the repeated question was a sign that she was not sober.

“We’ll talk when we get home,” he said flatly.

Irene was left speechless–he was still angry with her!

Firmly rubbing her cheeks, she began, “Actually-

“Talk when you’re sober.” He cut her short, leaving her at a loss for words again.

Well, that suited her just fine since she was sick anyway.

Although she was now thinking straight, her stomach was uncomfortable.

She leaned against her seat as the car drove on steadily, and since her eyes were heavy, she slowly closed her

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eyes.

Isaac studied her from head to toe just then, and scowled when he saw that her clothes were wrinkled and she was

not wearing shoes.

Still, she looked exhausted, and he refrained from snapping at her.

There were not many cars on the road, so they returned to the mansion in no time at all.

Irene did not move, seemingly having fallen asleep.

Isaac breathed a sigh. Despite his frustration with her, he could not ignore her.

He got out first, and kept the door open to carry her out.

Irene was woken up by his touch, but did not open her eyes–she was happy that Isaac did not abandon her despite

his anger.

So, he still cherished her?

That must be it.

The thought relieved her, and she snuggled comfortably against his shoulder to keep sleeping.

After carrying him to her room, however, Isaac was a little disgruntled since she was dirty, and brought a wet towel

to wipe her down.

Irene simply lay comfortably, and just as she was about to fall asleep again, she felt someone wrapping their arms

around her and she picked up the sweet scent of soap, which was easy on the nose.

She snuggled against him, and heard a deep voice speaking beside her ear. “Missed me?”

Of course–so much so it was killing her.

Turning around to press herself against his chest, she murmured, “Yes. So, so much.”

She felt his arms tighten around her, and smiled faintly in the warm tenderness.

Irene slept soundly that night thanks to Isaac, and she woke up first this time.

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He had taken her clothes off and even wiped her down.

Still, the smell of alcohol lingered, so she took a hot bath.

Feeling spirited as she stepped out, she found Isaac awake, leaning against the headboard nonchalantly. His gray

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silk pajamas were loose around his chest and his hair a little messy, but it actually added to his animal magnetism

instead of hurting his appearance. Moreover, his vaguely exposed chest made him even more alluring!

Looking up at her, he beckoned, “Come here.”

Irene stopped in her tracks before trotting over to him, smiling as she asked, “You’re awake?”

Isaac stared at her impassively as if he was not the one holding her in his arms last night.

He was clearly not upset last night, and he suddenly changed his mind now?

‘So, men are as volatile as women now?‘ Irene thought to herself.

Either way, there was no harm in apologizing, and things would improve once his temper subsided.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t get upset with me.”

Isaac asked flatly, “What are you sorry about?”

Irene quickly answered, “I shouldn’t neglect you because of work. I should have gone abroad with you.”

“And?” Isaac may be upset with her at the time over that, but he was now much more frustrated that she got drunk

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So, she was trying to weasel her out of this?

No chance!

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