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The Runaway Groom

Chapter 698
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Chapter 698

Isaac paused before he got out of the car. "Yeah?"

Irene held his gaze and said, "Let's talk."

Isaac returned to his seat and shut the door.

He was quiet for a while before he finally asked, "What about?"

She nervously clenched her hands and braced herself for a while before finally saying, "I really mind."

It was out of context, but Isaac understood what she meant.

"So?" he said even as his gaze darkened a little, and he finished before Irene could speak. "Don’t think about it.

Let's go home-our kids are waiting. IV

The last part was to remind Irene that they already had two children.

Even if something happened, they should face it together instead of deciding to split up so lightly-that would be

irresponsible. 1

He then reached for her hand, but she shook him off as if repulsed.

It was on reflex, and she stunned even herself.

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However, when she looked up, she found his hand still hovering above, waiting.

"Sorry," she said, lowering her head-she did not mean it, but she had become afraid of physical contact after what

happened, 1

Even if it was Isaac.

Isaac slowly closed his palm and lowered his hand, but he said quietly, "It's fine."

He alighted first and walked around the car to open the door for her." Come on."

As Irene looked up, their eyes met.

Unable to hide herself, she felt her own heart aching even as she watched him.

She averted her eyes, evasive as she fled out of the car and ran inside, locking herself in her room.

She might have felt better if Isaac had been cold and accusative, but he was not.

In fact, he was holding back despite what he felt, and his words to her were so tender.

It was tender and considerate of her feelings, with not one syllable too loud.

It only left her feeling as if she were stabbed in the heart.

As she stood over the balcony, wanting to calm down, she suffocated as she only got more miserable the more she

thought about it.

Eventually, she dropped to a crouch, and unable to stop herself anymore, she quietly sobbed, her hand holding her

lips as she tried to keep it down!

Isaac, who was standing outside the door, paused before he could knock.

Maybe she would prefer to be alone at the moment.

He turned and headed downstairs to check on the children.

Irene was not coming downstairs even during dinner, so Sheryl Harris started to head upstairs to call for her.

Still, Isaac stopped her. "She's unwell. Let her rest."

"Is she sick?" Sheryl asked.

"Yeah," Issac murmured softly.

"Does she need to go to the hospital? Has she taken any medicine?"

Sheryl was concerned, but she soon remembered that Irene was a doctor herself and would definitely take good

care of herself.

Instead, she smiled. "You've been busy. Eat!"

With that, Isaac scooped up his son in his arms and peeled a crayfish for him.

He did not go upstairs even after dinner, and stayed with the children instead.

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When they were finally tucked in, he stayed a long while in the living room and only headed upstairs as everything

quieted down.

He opened the bedroom door to darkness and flipped a switch.

The whole room was illuminated with a single click, and he found Irene nestled on a couch, looking up when the

lights lit up.

Her eyes were red and swollen, but she was done composing herself just then. "I... I'm going to be busy with work

for a while."

"Yeah," Isaac replied.

She then forced a smile. "It's late. You should go to bed."

Isaac headed to the bathroom to take a bath then and found Irene asleep on the couch when he stepped out, with

a blanket pulled up to her face and her face facing inwards.

He stood before the couch, his gaze lowered as he watched her.

She cringed, seemingly sensing his gaze but afraid to turn around.

She did not want to sleep in the bed because she felt defiled, and she could not act as if nothing ever happened.

All she could do was try to hide by pretending to sleep!