The Runaway Groom
Chapter 678

Chapter 678

Isaac's mind traveled to the past even as he spoke-he would neverforget that day no matter how long had passed since.

On the other hand, Irene seemed to grow in anticipation as she lookedat the chest she was holding, as if realizing something.

She slowly opened it and froze!

That was the silver crucifix she lost!

She remembered it clearly-her grandfather had given it to her, and shehad it on since she was a year old!

It was not pure silver either, but almost a dirty hue, and the sculpting ofthe J-man was absolutely lifelike.

As she picked it up and gripped it in her hands, Isaac never noticed thatbecause he was caught in his own reverie.

He was afraid of water a while after that, but he was Isaac Jefferson-hewould conquer any fear and certainly not allow himself to develop anyphobia!

"A girl saved you, right? Actually, it was not her. Her grandfather arrivedin time too, or she might have drowned together with that boy in thatpool.’

Isaac looked up, his dark pupils twitching.

He was astounded.

How did she know?

But just as he was left puzzled, he also remembered that the girl wasjust as young as he had been-she would never be able to pull him outof the water no matter how good a swimmer she was.

And that was such an intricate detail...

Moreover, he remembered that her grandfather was Henry Jefferson'schauffeur, and his presence was permitted within Jefferson Manor.

He realized then that Irene was his savior-she would not have knownwhat had really happened otherwise.

“I was looking for you for so long,” he rasped.

"My grandfather could tell that someone was trying to kill you, but hedidn't want any trouble. That's why he told me no to say anything andhe kept his silence too, even until he died."

As their eyes met, Irene smiled.

On the other hand, Isaac was left with a messy pile of emotions.

He never expected that they were destined to be together so early intheir lives.

But he soon rejoiced.

It was her-always had been.

Irene got off the table then. Holding the silver crucifix, she said, "I'll givethis to Tommy... Though I don't think my grandpa ever expected that wewould be together.”

Isaac took her hand and pulled her into his arms then. "I would haveshown you so much earlier if I knew."

Irene wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling, "It's not too late.”After all, they were still young, and had all the time they needed.

Isaac smiled and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Does that mean I owe you one?"

“What do you mean, one?" Irene said as she rested her cheek on hisshoulder. "Make up for it for the rest of your life!"

Looking up at the lights on the ceiling with its circles of halation, shesaid, ' Be good to me from now on."

Isaac grinned. "What would you do if I'm not?"

Irene thought about it. "I will make you wish you were dead."

"Are you going to torment me?" he asked.

"Yep!" Irene smiled. "Don't you think I can do it?"

Isaac was convinced anyway. "I won't give you the chance though.”“Let's check if Tommy is sleeping yet." Irene pulled him along then.Isaac followed her to Tommy's room, where Tommy, who just bathed,was playing in his bed.

As Irene sat on Tommy's bed, he threw himself into her arms.

Even as she held him, she showed him the silver crucifix. “Do you likethis?"

Tommy blinked his large round eyes, staring blankly since he wasunsure what it was.

Irene helped her put it around his neck, hoping that her grandfather'sexpectations would be passed down to Tommy, who in turn would passit down to his own children.

It was late, so Isaac soon took her back to their room to sleep.

Irene was still sleeping like a log the next day when someone draggedher off the bed by force.

"What the hell?!" She rubbed her eyes, and was stunned to see theperson standing beside her bed!

"What are you doing here?!"