The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 215

“You and me?” Irene exclaimed in surprise. “What about Kathy York?”

She still remembered the indignation when she found out that he was messing around with Kathy

Isaac was speechless. Why was she always capable of ruining the mood in an instant?

“Why do you keep mentioning people who don’t matter? I’ve already told Stan to transfer her somewhere won’t see her, and there was nothing between us at all.”

He reached out to touch her cheek, but she avoided his touch. “You don’t have to explain your affairs to me.”

Isaac’s hand froze in the air for a moment before he lowered it, and he asked, “You don’t want to give our child a family?”

Irene certainly wanted Tommy to have both parents and to grow up in a happy family–it was ideal for the boy’s development.

Moreover, she was in love with Isaac.

Perhaps she should win him over, for Tommy’s sake? And he was clearly proposing to her too.

She understood now–she should not be running away, and instead should be striving for herself and Tommy!

“I do… Also, why did your cousin take Tommy away?”

“Do you remember the night we first met? That was his mother, Quincy Moore, trying to kill me,” Isaac replied.

He directly used their names, avoiding calling them ‘aunt’ or ‘cousin‘ because they did not deserve it.

Knock, knock,

“Come in,” Isaac called out when he heard the knock on the door.

Debbie, his secretary, came in and left again after placing their coffees on the table.

Isaac always took his coffee black. The thick, raw flavor was very bitter, but also invigorating.

Moreover, he had not been resting much over the last two days, and weariness showed on his face.

Irene went behind him on the couch. “I’m a doctor-I can help you with your fatigue.”

As she spoke, she put her fingers on his temples.

Her fingertips were cold and soft, though Isaac stiffened a little at her touch.

“Is this too strong?” she asked as she massaged his temples.

“No,” Isaac rasped–she had great control on her strength, and she moved on to his shoulders and back, relieving him of considerable stress.

“You must have been exhausted,” she said. “Your muscles are very stiff.”

Isaac suddenly took her hand. “Irene…”

Irene was standing behind him, and his face as well as his neck seemed to form a straight line as she looked from above.

She could also see his muscular chest underneath his shirt.

Averting her eyes, she asked, “Will they hurt Tommy?” Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Greg Jefferson’s family were cold enough to make attempts on Isaac’s life. It was clear how much they hated each other, and that in turn made Irene worried for Tommy.

Nonetheless, Isaac held her hand, his thumb brushing gently against her skin. “No, they’ll hold him

hostage so that I’ll give up the family estate. They understand that if he gets hurt, they’d get nothing and I’ll definitely take their heads. That’s why you can be sure that he’ll be fine.”

“I’m still worried. It was so difficult for me to bring him to this world, I cannot bear to lose him. I’ll promise you anything if you can bring him back safely.”

“Including remarrying me?” he asked.