The Runaway Groom

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Chapter 678

Isaac's mind traveled to the past even as he spoke-he would never forget that day no matter how long had passed

since.

On the other hand, Irene seemed to grow in anticipation as she looked at the chest she was holding, as if realizing

something.

She slowly opened it and froze!

That was the silver crucifix she lost!

She remembered it clearly-her grandfather had given it to her, and she had it on since she was a year old!

It was not pure silver either, but almost a dirty hue, and the sculpting of the J-man was absolutely lifelike.

As she picked it up and gripped it in her hands, Isaac never noticed that because he was caught in his own reverie.

He was afraid of water a while after that, but he was Isaac Jefferson-he would conquer any fear and certainly not

allow himself to develop any phobia!

"A girl saved you, right? Actually, it was not her. Her grandfather arrived in time too, or she might have drowned

together with that boy in that pool.’

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Isaac looked up, his dark pupils twitching.

He was astounded.

How did she know?

But just as he was left puzzled, he also remembered that the girl was just as young as he had been-she would never

be able to pull him out of the water no matter how good a swimmer she was.

And that was such an intricate detail...

Moreover, he remembered that her grandfather was Henry Jefferson's chauffeur, and his presence was permitted

within Jefferson Manor.

He realized then that Irene was his savior-she would not have known

what had really happened otherwise.

"I was looking for you for so long,” he rasped.

"My grandfather could tell that someone was trying to kill you, but he didn't want any trouble. That's why he told me

no to say anything and he kept his silence too, even until he died."

As their eyes met, Irene smiled.

On the other hand, Isaac was left with a messy pile of emotions.

He never expected that they were destined to be together so early in their lives.

But he soon rejoiced.

It was her-always had been.

Irene got off the table then. Holding the silver crucifix, she said, "I'll give this to Tommy... Though I don't think my

grandpa ever expected that we would be together."

Isaac took her hand and pulled her into his arms then. "I would have shown you so much earlier if I knew."

Irene wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling, "It's not too late."

After all, they were still young, and had all the time they needed.

Isaac smiled and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Does that mean I owe you one?"

'What do you mean, one?" Irene said as she rested her cheek on his shoulder. "Make up for it for the rest of your

life!"

Looking up at the lights on the ceiling with its circles of halation, she said, ’ Be good to me from now on."

Isaac grinned. "What would you do if I'm not?"

Irene thought about it. "I will make you wish you were dead."

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"Are you going to torment me?" he asked.

"Yep!" Irene smiled. "Don't you think I can do it?"

Isaac was convinced anyway. "I won't give you the chance though."

"Let's check if Tommy is sleeping yet." Irene pulled him along then.

Isaac followed her to Tommy's room, where Tommy, who just bathed, was playing in his bed.

As Irene sat on Tommy's bed, he threw himself into her arms.

Even as she held him, she showed him the silver crucifix. "Do you like this?"

Tommy blinked his large round eyes, staring blankly since he was unsure what it was.

Irene helped her put it around his neck, hoping that her grandfather's expectations would be passed down to

Tommy, who in turn would pass it down to his own children.

It was late, so Isaac soon took her back to their room to sleep.

Irene was still sleeping like a log the next day when someone dragged her off the bed by force.

"What the hell?!’ She rubbed her eyes, and was stunned to see the person standing beside her bed!

"What are you doing here?!"

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