The Runaway Groom
Chapter 639

Chapter 639

The sun is always kindest as dawn breaks.

As Isaac left for work after breakfast, Irene was doting on their two sons.

"Irene..."

Sheryl wanted to speak with Irene, but she hesitated after calling out to her.

"What is it, Mom? Just tell me,” Irene told her.

Sheryl was actually hesitant because she was concerned about Irene's feelings, and was worried about hurting her self-esteem.

"Well, the wedding will not be so soon, but you need to prepare too." Irene was still playing with Tommy as she replied, "Isaac said he would handle it, didn't he? I don't have to do anything."

Sherly had no choice but to be direct right then. "But you'd want to be a beautiful bride, don't you? I mean, you can hide your face when you go outside these days, but there's still a lot of days to come..."

Irene touched her own facial scars right then and she hung her head. Sheryl then continued, "Look, Isaac might not mind it now, but it's still hideous.”

"If he's fickle, he'll get sick of me eventually even if I'm beautiful.” Sheryl tugged at her hand then. "You're right, looks aren't important-but are you going to work or stay at home in the future? It's fine if it's the latter, but if you want to keep working, it's no good if you keep carrying those scars."

That struck a chord with Irene.

She did not want to give up on her career, and even if they had two children now and they were still young, Sheryl and Mrs. Watson could take care of them.

"I'll go to the hospital tomorrow.”

Sheryl nodded. “I'm just doing this for your own good."

“I know,” Irene said-she naturally understood her mother's reasoning. "Wahl Wah!!!"

The baby was crying on the bed just then and Irene quickly put down Tommy, scooping him up in her arms.

He just soiled his diaper, so Sheryl quickly left to fetch some hot water, while Irene took off the baby's diaper, put it aside, and gently rubbed the baby's rump.

Feeling comfortable, the baby stopped crying, so Irene left to get some milk while Sheryl fetched fresh diapers.

That was when the baby started crying again, and Irene returned with a baby bottle to find Tommy biting his brother's foot.

Irene scooped up the baby and coaxed him, while asking Tommy, "Why did you bite your baby brother?"

"He's not wearing socks.”

And lowered her gaze to see that there was actually one sock missing. "He keeps moving." Tommy giggled adorably. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Coming to an understanding right then, Irene asked, "You wanted to help him?"

Tommy nodded.

Irene tried to explain, “He's too young to do it himself."

As Tommy blinked, not quite getting it, Irene patted his little head. "You will protect him from now on."

Tommy grinned. "Brother."

Irene picked him up so that he could sit on her other thigh, and hand him the baby's bottle. "How about you feed your baby brother?" Tommy was amused by the idea, and did so with both hands.

Still, the baby fell asleep before he finished the bottle, but before Irene could put it away, Tommy took it and finished it-he liked the taste of powdered milk since he was fed that as an infant as well.

After tucking in her second son, Irene scooped up Tommy.

The thought that she never breastfed both sons left her guilty. She owed them so much!

"Mama," Tommy asked her just then, "is brother your baby too?"

"Yes," Irene replied, perplexed by the question. "What's wrong?" Tommy blinked his spirited eyes just then. "Grandma told me that we crawled out of your stomach.”

Irene was speechless.

It was half past eight at night and Irene had just finished bathing. Standing in front of the mirror, she watched her own reflection and the scars on her neck.

Hearing the door open, she straightened her collar and turned!

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