The Runaway Groom

Chapter 830

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The Runaway Groom Chapter 830

Irene’s call still did not reach Isaac and she could not help frowning, with worry showing on her visage.

Why could she not reach him?

It was certainly more puzzling that even James did not know where he was!

Getting in the car while feeling uneasy, she forgot to tell Eagle to head home.

Eagle had already started driving for a while before he eventually asked, “Where to, ma’am?”

Irene, however, was feeling a headache with the lawsuit and with Isaac being out of reach.

Closing her eyes, she said, “Home.”

Eagle could see her worrying from the rearview mirror, but he drove quietly.

Once she reached home, Irene asked the instant she stepped inside, “Is Isaac Jefferson home?”

“No,” Sheryl said, staring at her. “Do you always use his full name?”

Irene was speechless—she was too anxious because she could not reach Isaac!

Still, she tried to stay nonchalant with Sheryl. “I always do. I mean, what else should I call him? Baby daddy? That’s

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vulgar.”

Sherly was amused. “Every loving couple calls each other ‘dear’ or ‘darling’, don’t they? Why are you an

exception?”

Irene simply got into the room and took her second child from Sheryl.

Sheryl gave her a smack.”You haven’t washed your hands after going outside. You’d pass your germs to your

baby!”

It would have been better if Sheryl did not mention that—Irene went further right then, pinching her baby’s cheeks.

“My hands are clean. Also, don’t you know what darling really means?”

Sheryl blinked. “Someone dear to you, right?”

“No, it’s a term they use for eunuchs,” Irene said, shaking her head. “Should I call Isaac that?”

Sherly was speechless, and Irene grinned when she saw that.

Quickly realizing that her daughter was joking, she was at once annoyed and amused, and she gently smacked

Irene on the arm again. “How dare you joke like that. Eunuchs? Really? That’s your own happiness at stake here—”

“What was that? Whose happiness is at stake?” Isaac asked as he entered.

Hearing his voice, Irene turned around and found him standing at the doorway.

Joy showed on her face, but it was soon replaced by anger. “What were you doing? Why couldn’t I reach you?”

Isaac walked up to him and teased their baby boy. “My phone was out of juice.”

Irene glared at him. “Did you wash your hands? Mom says that you should wash your hands, or you’d be passing

germs to our baby.”

“Oh, stop it,” Sheryl snorted at her. “What I said was since the baby is a Jefferson, Isaac can touch him however he

wants!”

Irene was left speechless at that.

Still, she did not keep bickering since she was just messing around with Sheryl to lighten her mood.

She did not want Sheryl to notice that she had something weighing on her mind.

It was only when Sheryl left the room that she asked Isaac, “You weren’t out for work. Where were you?”

Isaac simply spread his hands. “Give me a hug.”

Irene stared daggers at him, and asked sternly, “Answer me first.”

“What?” Isaac chuckled. “You sound like you’re going to bite. Also, were you talking about me?”

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“What about?” Irene could not quite react just then.

“That I’m a eunuch?” He raised his brow, his jet-black eyes fixed on her.

Irene did a double take as she met his serious gaze.

“I was kidding,” she said, unable to read what Isaac was getting at, before asking tentatively, “Are you upset?”

“Nope,” Isaac replied, taking their baby from her.

“Then what’s with that terrible look on your face?” Irene asked, staring at him.

Isaac returned her gaze for seconds before suddenly smiling. “I was kidding.”

Irene was speechless.

Biting her lips and huffing, she gave him a poutish smack on the shoulder. “You’re despicable. You only ever bully

me!”

“How could I? I’m a eunuch.” Isaac chuckled.

Irene quickly looked around, before giving him a firm shove. “You really have no filter at home, do you?”

Isaac smiled but said nothing.

“Wait…” Irene murmured, quickly noticing that she had been taken for a ride.

Grabbing his arm then, she snapped, “You haven’t answered me—where have you been? Spit it out already!”

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