The Runaway Groom Chapter 383
Chapter 383
It was empty with no sign of anyone inside, not even Tommy.
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Irene’s heart almost leaped out of her throat just then. Where was everyone? Where had they gone?
As panic seized her, she rushed out of the door, only to see a car driving inside.
Jimmy the chauffeur alighted to open the door, and Isaac emerged with Tommy in his arms.
Mrs. Watson came out as well, and she was carrying several bags.
Irene walked up to them and asked, “Where have you been?”
That was when she saw that Tommy’s cheeks were red, with his usual smile gone. In fact, he looked
rather upset, and there were red circles around his eyes as if he had been crying for a while.
Sharply realizing that something was wrong, she asked, “Is Tommy sick?‘
Isaac simply ignored her and headed straight inside with Tommy in his arms, but Mrs. Watson walked
up to her and whispered, “Tommy had a fever…”
“Mrs. Watson,” Isaac growled.
Mrs. Watson quickly stopped and entered the house after him, leaving Irene pursing her lips as she
followed.
As they returned to the bedroom, Isaac stood before the window with Tommy in his arms, while the
baby tamelyy over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed and his eyshes damp.
“He must be sleepy. I can coax him.” Irene held out her arms, but Isaac simply shifted aside, keeping
his distance.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized softly then. “I was going toe home early, but I was dyed. I didn’t
want to bete-”
Isaac cut her short. “Get out if you’re done.”
Irene was left at a loss for words.
She stood there for a while, until she quietly left the room–Tommy had to sleep, and she would have to
wait before exining herself.
Still, when Mrs. Watson found her stepping out with an ashen look, she asked, “Have
you had dinner, Mrs Jefferson?”
Irene shook her head. “No.”
“I’ll make you something then,” Mrs Watson said
“You don’t have to. I’m not hungry,” Irene replied.
Mrs. Watson sighed. “You have to understand. We were all surprised when Tommy suddenly came
down with a fever, and it was like he wouldn’t stop crying. I’ve never seen Mr. Jefferson being so
helpless and flustered.”
Irene hung her head. “It’s my fault.”
She had failed to care for her child as a mother and her family as a wife.
“You just have toe home earlier next time,” Mrs. Watson assured her.
“Okay,” Irene said, and Mrs. Watson returned to her work.
Irene was tired, and had to lean against the wall to keep standing, but it was not until over an hourter
that Isaac stepped out.
She straightened when she heard the door open, and asked, “Is Tommy asleep?”
Isaac still ignored her and headed straight to their bedroom, but Irene followed him and tried to exin,
“Are you still upset? Look, I didn’t mean to bete, and I swear I’ve never cheated on you. As for
Tommy, it’s my fault for not taking care of him…”
However, Isaac was quietly taking off his jacket, which he threw over the couch carelessly. Then,
loosening his cor and unbuttoning his shirt, he suddenly said with sharp irony, “Finally done being
busy?”
Irene was left staring at him, bitterness welling in her heart.
She sniffled, suddenly wanting to cry, but she kept her eyes wide to hold back the dampness welling up
in her eyes.
She did not like to cry. She understood that she had made mistakes, but she still aggrieved–what she
did was not unforgivable! Why could he not give her a chance to exin?
Did he have to hurt her like this?
“What do I have to do for you to forgive me?”
She kept her voice low so that she sounded normal, but the quiver in it was
unmistakable, so she soon stopped holding back and ranted, “Why are you refusing to talk to me? I
know we aren’t at the point where we can trust each other unconditionally, but I’ve been working hard!
I’ve even thought about it from your
point of view to see what happened with Harvey Gooding, but it’s obvious he was
just pranking you! Are you that faithless in me, or yourself?!”
Isaac slowly turned around just then.