The Runaway Groom

Chapter 885

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The Runaway Groom Chapter 885

Isaac was left dumbfounded for a moment, but he quickly and gently patted Irene’s back. “You’re drunk. Be good

now, and don’t say such silly things. I’m carrying you inside.”

“No…”

Even so, Irene was holding onto his waist relentlessly while keeping her face buried in his chest. “You don’t get it.”

Isaac lowered his gaze at her and asked, “What don’t I get?”

“I’m afraid to tell you,” she rasped.

Isaac turned to Eagle right then, “Go in for now!”

“Yes, sir,” Eagle said, and turned to head inside.

“It hurts.” Irene, meanwhile, was tightening her hands around his waist.

“Do you want to vomit?” Isaac asked mildly.

Irene shook her head, still leaning against him. “My heart hurts.”

Isaac sharply noticed that there was something weighing on her mind, and he asked softly, “Why?”

That was when she suddenly looked up, staring him straight in the eye.

“Bleurgh.”

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Her stomach was churning.

As he was unable to carry her out in time, she vomited all over Isaac.

The stench…

Isaac put a palm over his face.

Why would he waste time with her rubbish? He should have carried her out of the car immediately instead of

getting puke on himself!

Taking off his jacket and wiping himself a little, he then threw it on the ground and carried Irene out of the car.

He called the chauffeur to clean the car. “And throw that jacket away.”

The acidic stench of vomit, mixed with the odor of alcohol, was traumatizing.

Even after they got inside, Irene was retching again.

“Bleugh…”

Isaac quickly carried her to the washroom, while Sheryl appeared with her grandson in her arms.

Seeing that Irene had to be carried and smelled of alcohol, Sheryl frowned. “She was drinking?”

“Yeah,” Isaac replied.

“What is she doing?” Sheryl groaned. “She never drinks, and now she’s absolutely drunk…”

Isaac explained, “There was a dinner among the staff of the research center. It won’t do if she was the only one

who didn’t drink.”

“I’ll prepare a hot bath. She would have to bathe downstairs.” Sheryl entered the room, intending to help.

“It’s fine. I can do it,” Isaac said. “You should stay outside with the baby—she will start vomiting again, and the

whole room is going to smell.”

Sheryl nodded. “Alright, you take care of her. The baby is going to sleep soon anyway, so I’ll coax him.”

“Yeah,” Isaac replied, and closed the bathroom door.

Irene was leaning on the toilet and vomited again, though there was less of it this time.

Meanwhile, Isaac filled the bathtub with warm water, and the room was soon filled with thick steam.

“Do you feel better yet?” he then asked her.

Irene was sitting on the floor, her clothes a mess and slightly caked in vomit.

Being drunk hurt, and her eyes were narrowed.

“No… I feel sick…”

Isaac helped her out of her clothes. “You really realized that now? So? Are you going to go drinking again?”

Irene flashed a silly smile. “No… It feels terrible.”

At the same time, Isaac stripped her, baring her fair, delicate skin.

She then reached out, her dainty fingers reaching under his collar, leaving him speechless.

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“Cut it out,” he said, prying her hand off and carrying her again, and gently putting her into the bathtub, causing a

rise in the water level.

At the same time, he took off his dirty clothes—it felt sickening to leave it sticking onto his skin.

“I don’t want a bath… I want a bed,” Irene suddenly said unhelpfully.

As she spoke, she tried to crawl out of the bathtub.

However, she did not even have the strength for it and slipped, dropping back inside, soaking even her hair.

Isaac was left speechless again, and put a foot down on the bathtub to keep her down. “Cut it out. I’m getting you

cleaned up—it will be over soon.”

Still, Irene purred playfully, “Or you don’t have to clean me…”

Isaac had no choice but to get into the tub as well, causing the water to overflow as he wrapped his arms around

her to keep her in place.

“Stop it. You vomited all over and you’ll smell if you don’t take a bath. Be good—I’ll wash you, and it’ll be over

soon.”

“Oh, you’re so annoying…” Irene complained, but she leaned tamely into his arms.

As Isaac bathed her, his hands were dancing over her skin.

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