The Runaway Groom
Chapter 420

Chapter 420

Irene was actually surprised that Isaac would call her first-he never did that after he went abroad twice.

Naturally, it surprised her that he would call her.

“Why...”

“Mrs. Watson told me that you were sick.”

Irene’s fingers clenched on her phone—he only called because Mrs. Watson told him that she was ill, not because he missed her? Hanging her head, she said, “I'm fine. I just fainted from fatigue.”

“Are you feeling better now?”

“Yeah, much better. You don't have to worry.”

“Yeah.”

Silence ensued, and it was so quiet that both could hear each other's breathing.

Neither of them spoke, but they were not hanging up either. Eventually, Irene broke the silence. “You must be busy. I'll hang up if there's nothing else.”

“Yeah,” he replied.

However, neither did.

More silence.

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“Yeah,” Irene said, and did just that.

As she put away her phone, however, she felt unusually calm-as if all her pent-up frustrations and grief all left her.

Perhaps because she worked here, she was not repulsed by the scent of antiseptic.

As she lay down, she groggily closed her eyes.

The night was dark, and the hospital was silent aside from the occasional footsteps.

Irene was sleeping soundly when the door to her opened, but she did not sense the presence of the towering figure at the door.

He entered, pausing for a second before gently closing the door behind him, and walking straight to her bed.

He watched her sleeping soundly, lifting a brow as he wondered how she was able to sleep so soundly in a hospital.

-Unbuttoning his jacket, he lay in bed behind her, wrapping his arms around her.

Irene vaguely sensed his presence in her sleep, but soon dozed off again.

"Mrs. Jefferson...?”

Irene was woken by Mrs. Watson's voice the next morning.

“Yeah,” she murmured as she slowly opened her eyes, rubbing them as she asked, "What time is it?"

“It's past eight. I was worried that your breakfast would get cold,” Mrs. Watson said.

Irene suddenly did not feel sleepy at all. “It's already eight?"

“Yes,” Mrs. Watsons replied.

Irene promptly sat up, but Mrs. Watson told her, “You should rest—you don't have to get up so soon.”

“I have to get to work,” Irene said hastily.

“You're going to be late anyway.” Mrs. Watson pointed out. “You should take another day off.”

In her mind, she was rebuking Irene for her skewed priorities—after all, her health was far more important than her career!

As Irene checked the time and saw that it was just 20 minutes to nine, she paused and decided to take another day off.

She called Stephen to apply for leave before starting breakfast.

After Mrs. Watson, she started to discharge herself-while she was a doctor working at this very hospital, she was admitted according to standard procedure, though Stephen must have arranged for her to be admitted into the VIP ward.

Since she did not have to work, she called Ricky to meet up.

It turned out that he spent the entirety of last night with Lulu at a bar, and Lulu was still sprawled over a table when Irene arrived.

There were many empty bottles in front of her—she clearly drank a lot. Ricky was a little better. Aside from his clothes being wrinkled and reeking of alcohol, he was at least. conscious.

“Hey Irene,” he chuckled, his voice raspy.

Irene popped a bottle of mineral water for him, and he chugged half of it, easing his throat which was parched from alcohol.

Irene stared at him. “I have a question. You have to be honest.”

Ricky giggled. “Why so serious?”

“I'm not joking here. Be serious,” she said.

Ricky straightened his face. “Ask away. I'll tell you everything I know.” Irene watched as he blabbered, wondering just then if he was actually sober.

“Were you the one who hung those banners on Central Tower yesterday during Zachary's wedding?”

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