The Runaway Groom

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Chapter 401

Isaac looked up at James, staring at him for a couple seconds and growled, “He survived,”

James replied. “Yes, but the driver didn’t.”

“Clean up the mess. Compensate the driver’s family generously.”

“Yes, sir,” James said.

In fact, he felt guilty because the staged traffic accident was meant to kill Mick, only to end up hurting an innocent.

“Also, you should take the trip to Franconia to check on the company for a while, sir,” James added.

“Yeah,” Isaac flatly replied.

His face was impassive, and the air around him seemed cold enough to freeze.

He raised a hand, gesturing to James that he could leave.

He had been sulking for days, and James actually became careful with his words around him.

As he closed the door to the study and saw Irene in the living room, he asked, “Could you show more concern to Mr.

Jefferson?”

The atmosphere everyone had to work in was suffocating–even Stan was refusing to show up at Isaac’s home. He

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used to hate going to the office, but he was now basically camping there and refusing to leave. However, it was not

as if Irene did not want to care–Isaac needed time to let his mother’s death sink in.

After all, Yvaine had just died a few days ago. Was Irene supposed to make him laugh already?

Was that even possible?

He had never been that type of person, and there was even less chance of it happening now.

She understood his pain too.

“Give him time,” she said softly.

“I just think it’s worrying that he stays like that,” James said earnestly, feeling that Isaac was brooding too much.

He could vent his heartache by yelling at someone, but he stayed silent instead, creating a suffocating atmosphere

for everyone around him.

James was worried that he would get ill if he kept holding it in..

“Yeah,” Irene said.

James sighed. “I’ll be going now.”

Irene nodded, and after James left, she started toward the bedroom when the door to Isaac’s study creaked.

Isaac had opened the door, and seeing her, he said, “Come in. I have something to tell you.”

“Tommy is asleep. I’ll tuck him in first.” Irene replied.

Isaac said nothing, so she took it for his silent approval

As Irene headed to Tommy’s room and put him in his crib, he started to twitch and looked like he would wake up, so

Irene picked him up and patted his back gently until he slept again.

Her hand was numb by the time she put him down and left, though Tommy was not waking up any time.

soon.

She gently closed the door as she left, and flexed her wrist as she headed to the study.

When she opened the door, Isaac turned toward her, his towering frame shrouded by the radiant glow of the sun

behind him, illuminating his face and portraying him as even more lofty.

Irene hesitated for a moment before slowly entering.-

She had never studied him in such silence–he was not even thirty, but he carried an air of maturity, composure,

and passion.

His visage was as serene as a placid lake, devoid of any ripples.

Even so, Irene’s chest hurt–she did not like this feeling.

She walked up to him as she repressed her bitterness, and looked up with a faint smile.

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Isaac then frowned, his expression unfathomable.

“You said you have something to tell me?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’m going to Franconia,” he said, before adding, “It might take a while.”

“Will you attend Zacahary’s wedding?” Irene asked.

“I don’t know,” he replied.

She suddenly threw her arms tightly around his waist. “I’m going to miss you.”

Isaac did not move or say anything–his body actually stiffened just then.

Irene then stood on the balls of her feet to kiss his icy lips, but he moved away as soon as their lips. touched.

“Attend Zachary’s wedding in my stead if I’m not back by then,” he said, and pried her hands off himself. “I still

have stuff to do.”

In other words, he was telling her to leave.

Irene was left standing there, his rejection and coldness cutting her like knives.

She could not stand this feeling, nor did she want to suffer with him like this.

“I have something to tell you too, Isaac, about your mother’s death…”

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