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The Runaway Groom

Chapter 649
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Chapter 649

Irene asked, ‘Did I upset you, Isaac?"

She was certainly mystified. What was he getting upset about out of the blue?

Meanwhile, Isaac had returned to bed and pulled his blanket over himself.

Irene raised a brow when she saw that after she was done washing up.

Did he get up on the wrong side of the bed, or develop some sort of mental disorder?

"Aren't you going to have breakfast?"

Isaac pulled the blanket over himself, ignoring her!

His childlike behavior amused her, but she said, "I have to go-l'm meeting someone today, and I'm leaving soon

after breakfast."

Isaac sat up right then, glaring straight at her. "Who are you meeting?"

‘A plastic surgeon for my scars," Irene replied.

'Fine. Go," Isaac said, clearly heaving a sigh in relief before lying down again.

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He did not sleep last night at all, and certainly needed the sleep now.

Irene walked up to the bed and pulled his blanket over his shoulders. ’ Sweet dreams."

As she turned and headed downstairs, however, Isaac suddenly could not sleep again.

He washed up and went downstairs too, and Irene was left staring at him, puzzled. "Not going to sleep in?"

Sheryl was putting breakfast on the table when she saw the dark circles under his eyes. "Had a long night?"

Isaac eyed Irene. “There's a tough nut that needs cracking."

'Work is important, but your health is too," Sheryl said in concern. "Why don’t you come home earlier tonight? I'll

make you something good-get your body replenished."

'Thank you." Isaac smiled.

Sheryl grinned broadly.

Irene and Isaac left in the same car after breakfast, with Irene saying, "You didn't have to. Our chauffeur can take

me."

"I'll drive you," Isaac said with an enigmatic look, and Irene left it at that.

She did not dare to upset him since he had been behaving weirdly since last night, and she sat quietly in the car

without a word.

Soon, the car arrived at the hospital and Irene alighted. "See you."

Isaac then remembered the diary and he felt a stuffy sensation over his chest.

He drove out without a word, leaving the stinking fumes in his wake.

Irene did a double take, and creased her brow. "What's gotten into you, Isaac Jefferson?"

Why was he being so volatile?

As Isaac arrived at his office, James Cross followed him and briefed him about the latest developments.

Once he was done with work, he asked, "What do we do with Ian Jefferson now?" i

They could not keep holding him at Blue Hill Asylum now that the location was compromised.

"I thought he's already gone nuts?” Isaac asked in amusement.

'That's what your grandfather said, and he looks that way to me as well," James replied. "I've even asked the

asylum director, and he's saying that being exposed for nutjobs over such a long time left him the same."

Isaac, however, did not think it would happen that soon.

"Let's pay him a visit."

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James had yet to find a place to keep Ian after recapturing him at the airport, and he had simply locked Ian in a

storeroom at the basement of Twinrise's office building.

They took an elevator downstairs, opening the door to the windowless room, stacked with old, unusable office

furniture and out-of-fashion equipment.

The only light was a little white light bulb dangling from the room.

Ian had become skinny and his cheeks sunken. His hair was unusually tidy since Henry had someone trim it along

with his beard after he got him out of the asylum.

In fact, he looked homeless when the old man got him out, and he only looked less haggard after they cleaned him

up.

However, he was behaving like he had really lost his marbles, tugging at a rope as he sat on the floor, biting it from

time to time and giggling crazily.

Isaac had James bring a chair to sit before Irene, crossing his legs elegantly as he did.

'Did you think I'd release you if you kept feigning insanity, Ian Jefferson? No. I won't give you your freedom even if

you're really crazy."

Ian simply laughed stupidly as he kept chewing at the rope, though there was a brief flash in his eyes as he lowered

his head!