The Runaway Groom

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Chapter 383

It was empty with no sign of anyone inside, not even Tommy.

Irene’s heart almost leaped out of her throat just then. Where was everyone? Where had they gone?

As panic seized her, she rushed out of the door, only to see a car driving inside.

Jimmy the chauffeur alighted to open the door, and Isaac emerged with Tommy in his arms.

Mrs. Watson came out as well, and she was carrying several bags.

Irene walked up to them and asked, “Where have you been?”

That was when she saw that Tommy’s cheeks were red, with his usual smile gone. In fact, he looked rather upset,

and there were red circles around his eyes as if he had been crying for a while.

Sharply realizing that something was wrong, she asked, “Is Tommy sick?‘

Isaac simply ignored her and headed straight inside with Tommy in his arms, but Mrs. Watson walked up to her and

whispered, “Tommy had a fever…”

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“Mrs. Watson,” Isaac growled.

Mrs. Watson quickly stopped and entered the house after him, leaving Irene pursing her lips as she followed.

As they returned to the bedroom, Isaac stood before the window with Tommy in his arms, while the baby tamely lay

over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed and his eyelashes damp.

“He must be sleepy. I can coax him.” Irene held out her arms, but Isaac simply shifted aside, keeping his distance.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized softly then. “I was going to come home early, but I was delayed. I didn’t want to be

late-”

Isaac cut her short. “Get out if you’re done.”

Irene was left at a loss for words.

She stood there for a while, until she quietly left the room–Tommy had to sleep, and she would have to wait before

explaining herself.

Still, when Mrs. Watson found her stepping out with an ashen look, she asked, “Have you had dinner, Mrs

Jefferson?”

Irene shook her head. “No.”

“I’ll make you something then,” Mrs Watson said

“You don’t have to. I’m not hungry,” Irene replied.

Mrs. Watson sighed. “You have to understand. We were all surprised when Tommy suddenly came down with a

fever, and it was like he wouldn’t stop crying. I’ve never seen Mr. Jefferson being so helpless and flustered.”

Irene hung her head. “It’s my fault.”

She had failed to care for her child as a mother and her family as a wife.

“You just have to come home earlier next time,” Mrs. Watson assured her.

“Okay,” Irene said, and Mrs. Watson returned to her work.

Irene was tired, and had to lean against the wall to keep standing, but it was not until over an hour later that Isaac

stepped out.

She straightened when she heard the door open, and asked, “Is Tommy asleep?”

Isaac still ignored her and headed straight to their bedroom, but Irene followed him and tried to explain, “Are you

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still upset? Look, I didn’t mean to be late, and I swear I’ve never cheated on you. As for Tommy, it’s my fault for not

taking care of him…”

However, Isaac was quietly taking off his jacket, which he threw over the couch carelessly. Then, loosening his collar

and unbuttoning his shirt, he suddenly said with sharp irony, “Finally done being busy?”

Irene was left staring at him, bitterness welling in her heart.

She sniffled, suddenly wanting to cry, but she kept her eyes wide to hold back the dampness welling up in her eyes.

She did not like to cry. She understood that she had made mistakes, but she still aggrieved–what she did was not

unforgivable! Why could he not give her a chance to explain?

Did he have to hurt her like this?

“What do I have to do for you to forgive me?”

She kept her voice low so that she sounded normal, but the quiver in it was unmistakable, so she soon stopped

holding back and ranted, “Why are you refusing to talk to me? I know we aren’t at the point where we can trust

each other unconditionally, but I’ve been working hard! I’ve even thought about it from your point of view to see

what happened with Harvey Gooding, but it’s obvious he was just pranking you! Are you that faithless in me, or

yourself?!”

Isaac slowly turned around just then.

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