The Runaway Groom
Chapter 55

Chapter 55

“Irene Spencer!” Isaac bellowed, breathing each syllable louder thanthe next as his cheeks flushed crimson and turned dark, the veins in hisneck bulging as if something could pop just then. Seizing her neck, hesnarled, “I'll strangle you to death right now!” “I know you will,” Irenereplied with equal resolve and determination. “But I'm not afraid. I hateyou!”

“Just because I slipped up and caused your miscarriage?” he asked,and continued because she answered, “I would've made you get anabortion even if I didn't-'d never let you give birth to a bastard just tomess with me! Everything's just fine now, since I don't have to do itmyself. Guess even someone up there is refusing to let you have thatbastard, that's why the mistake happened in the first place!” Herrepetitive use of “bastard’ stung Irene in the heart, leaving her utterlyhysterical. “I hate you! I wish you were dead!”

Hate and fury blazed within her eyes.

On the other hand, Isaac's hands flinched over her neck.

She wanted him dead because she had lost her bastard? He slowlyreleased her, but growled, “You're being delusional if you want todivorce me, Irene Spencer. I told you that the more you suffer whenyou're with me, the more eager I would be to make you stay!

Irene’s fingers balled into a fist and eased. She did so repeatedly, untilshe gradually calmed down. “Whitney is already pregnant with yourchild, Isaac Jefferson. Are you so obsessed with grudges that you arerefusing to make her your wife and start a family for your child's sake?How does keeping me around benefit you at all?” “She had amiscarriage 100,” Isaac simply said. “Because of that accident. Now, tellme — who was driving your SUV?"

Irene’s eyes widened. Whitney had a miscarriage too? Was that whyIsaac was so furious that he personally punished the driver instead ofwaiting? She never felt a thing for her stepbrother, because that boyand his mother were the reason her parents’ marriage was such amess.

“Ricky Spencer — Lionel Spencer's bastard.”

If Isaac wanted revenge, he could have as much of it as he wanted.“He'll pay dearly for that.” Isaac promised as he sat beside her bed.“You suffered a miscarriage too, so just stay with me.”

Irene thought about the remaining twin in her belly, and knew that shewould simply lose if she tried anything drastic,

As such, she decided to compromise for appearance’s sake. “Fine.”Her plan was to let Isaac distract himself with other matters-once he lethis guard down, she would finally have the chance to run away.

With that, they stopped saying a word. The ward was eerily silent, andthe softest of breaths could be heard. It was Isaac who first broke thesilence after a long while. “Let me take a look at you.” Irene saidnothing to that. Staring at her, Isaac asked, “Why aren't you saying aword?” However, it was not as if she did not want to talk-she had noidea what she should say. Isaac hence reached out to lift her blanket,leaving her eyes widening. “What are you doing?” “Checking yourcondition,” Isaac replied.

Irene was repulsed, and refused. “No.”

Isaac's eyes turned red like a wrathful beast, a visage that would stirfear in any heart.” No? Then who is allowed to see-your beloved? You'dbetter pray I never replace out who he is, Irene Spencer, or I'll cut his ballsoff. That way, you won't ever get to make me a cuck again!”

Irene stared at him warily, but said, “Isaac, do you actually realize?”"Realize what?”

“You're being very weird. Did you not realize it yourself?”

After all, she really did not understand Isaac's inexplicable behavior, letalone why he insisted on keeping her with him.

“Is it possible that you're not disgusted with me just then?” Isaac'svisage shisted between various expressions right then.

He had more or less realized that he was actually attracted to Irene, butcould not overcome the mental obstacle that she was unclean.

That was why he was not willing-even afraid-to admit it.

Had he, Isaac Jefferson, fallen in love with a woman with loosemorals?! What a laugh!

“Of course you disgust me! Did you think I'm trying to ogle your body bychecking on your injuries as an excuse? Could you not give yourselftoo much credit? I'd never fall for a woman with a messy private life andwas pregnant with someone else's child!”

Suddenly, he threw himself on top of her, prompting her to throw up herhands in panic to stop him. “I'm still hurting. Don't get too close.”

Be that as it may, from up close, Isaac saw a sign of bruising near hercollarbone just beneath her collar.

Creasing his brow, he reached out to pull her blouse, but Irene promptlygrabbed her hand. “Don’t touch me.”

“I won't if you stay put. I'm just taking one look,” he countered. “Try toplay hard to get, and I'll resort to violence.”

That left Irene speechless.

Playing hard to get? That was the last thing she wanted to hear fromhim!

This man was really impossible!

“Like I said, just don't move.” Isaac's tone turned mild ever so slightlythen. He reached out to pull off her blouse, and found the bruises overher body.

There was a momentary flash of heartache in his eyes, and he askedever so quietly,” Does it hurt?”