The Runaway Groom

Chapter 832

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The Runaway Groom Chapter 832

Irene looked into Isaac’s eyes as she said, “I know you’re trying to comfort me.”

She could not help blaming herself because she was not the one who suffered.

But as a fellow woman, she understood what Erin was going through.

Nonetheless, Isaac said mildly, “Erin Gooding and James Cross made up. They’re both doing well now, so don’t

shoulder the blame.”

Irene raised a brow. How was she unaware that they made up?

However, it was good news that Erin could come around and start over with James.

Making a serious face, she asked, “Where’s Ian Jefferson now?”

“Locked up,” Isaac said darkly. “He’s hanging by a thread.”

Even though everything was now in the past, Ian had hurt him and the people around him.

And that was unforgivable.

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That was why Isaac did not relent despite Henry’s relentless pleading.

He beat Ian half to death and kept the latter locked up in Jefferson Manor.

“Your grandfather’s funeral—”

“His son will handle it. I just need to show my face for appearances sake,” Isaac said, cutting Irene short.

He knew what Irene wanted to say, but Greg Jefferson was still alive although he was paralyzed.

Rumor even had it that he was now the sugar daddy of a young, pretty face.

He had always been a pervert, and since he was completely entranced by his lover, he did not ask a thing about

Ian.

Irene nodded. “Good.”

She was worried that Isaac would just ignore everything, making him a target for scorn—what happened in the

family stayed in the family, after all!

Isaac laughed, his voice rising in pitch as he did. “Everyone knows that the old man and I were at odds, even mortal

enemies, don’t they?”

Irene was speechless, but cleared her throat. “Whatever happens, you should at least look the part now that he’s

gone.”

She certainly did not want the public to think him cold, disrespecting even his own grandfather!

Even if the Jeffersons had always been hurting Isaac, he should at least present a gesture in this matter.

Isaac chuckled. “As you wish.”

“Be serious.” Irene shot him an unhappy look. “I’m being real with you. I don’t want people to call you disrespectful

or what not. I know you don’t care about your reputation, but you have to maintain it because you are a father. You

don’t want your children to grow up hearing stories of your terrible behavior, right? Your image as a lofty father

would be ruined.”

“You’re right,” Isaac said, rubbing his sore neck.

“Is your neck uncomfortable?’

“No…”

“Here. I can give you a message.”

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Irene got on the bed, kneeling behind him to make massaging his shoulders more convenient.

“Didn’t think that your hands would be that strong when you’re so scrawny.”

“It’s not my strength, but the pressure points,” Irene explained. “I know how to relieve exhaustion and bring

comfort, so be careful when I tell you to be nice to me for the rest of our lives. Cheat on me, and I can kill you

without leaving a mark.”

Isaac’s lips twitched. He slowly smiled and said adoringly, “I know you can do it, but you’d become a widow

yourself..”

“I’ll just get me some pretty boy.”

“No one’s prettier than me.”

“Then I’d get a ugly one. As long as it’s a man…”

Isaac abruptly wheeled on her, staring darkly at her.

Irene met his stifling gaze and reared her chin. “Cheat on me, and I’ll cheat on you—”

Isaac pinned her beneath himself just then.

Irene tried to slide out from the side, but Isaac stopped her with his arms and said pointedly from above, “Uglies

don’t deserve you.”

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