The Runaway Groom
Chapter 731

Chapter 731

It was not just Isaac inside-Zachary was there too, and the pungent scent of alcohol struck Irene's nose once she stepped inside!

She had no idea how much Isaac had drunk, but it was obvious that Zachary had drunk a lot too, as he was sprawled limply on the couch, his cheeks clearly flushed even under the dim light. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He had already taken off his jacket and thrown it to a corner, while his collar was unbuttoned, revealing his reddish skin.

Irene was frowning as she entered, and she went to check on Isaac first.

He was not dead-drunk like Zachary, and his cheeks were not red-it was likely that he was not the type who got flushed from alcohol.

Still, there was an unfocused look in his eyes as he watched her, and he held out a hand at her.

"You're here."

Irene put her hand on his palm and sat beside him right then. "How much did Zachary drink?"

Isaac did not respond but merely leveled her a meaningful look. Getting the creeps from his stare, she averted her eyes and asked, "What's that look for?"

“You'd ask about another man first, then show me some concern?” "...You're really drunk," she said, giving him a look-he would never talk like that while sober.

Linking arms with him just then, she told him, “Let's get you out of here.”

However, she was too scrawny to really carry him, so James came over with a suggestion. "How about I get someone to send Zachary home, and then I'll come back to help you?"

Seeing that Zachary was really drunk, Irene said, "Sure."

With that, James called in a waiter who helped carry Zachary out of the private room, leaving just Irene and Isaac.

"Can you walk?" she asked him-she was presuming that he would need other's help to leave the room even if he was not drunk.

"I'm not drunk."

He squeezed her hand just then, and leaned toward her, his lips brushing against her ear. "Irene..."

Irene sprang to her feet right then.

She would not usually overreact like this—it was a knee-jerk reflex. Even as she felt him inch closer with his alcohol-scented breath, she abruptly remembered Harvey kissing her.

She felt disgusted, though not at Isaac-she simply could not bring herself to be intimate with him ever since that incident.

Isaac appeared taken aback, though he soon appeared drunk again. "Come here," he said, holding out a hand.

Irene pursed her lips. "I didn't mean to do that."

Isaac understood, and therefore did not get upset or take offense.

In reality he did not drink that much to be drunk, and was just there to listen to Zachary complain-all the empty bottles were Zachary's.

He was feigning drunkenness to try to get intimate with her, but she had yet to get over her trauma.

Even being too close would trigger an overreaction.

“Let's get you home. Can you walk?" Irene asked just then.

“I want to hold you," Isaac said, tugging at her hand.

Irene stared at him for seconds before eventually walking toward him- he took her hand and pulled her in, allowing her to drop on his lap, and he gathered her dainty figure within his arms.

From that close, she could clearly smell the fresh scent he seemed to carry, now added with a tinge of alcohol.

She worked hard to control her emotions, but she started to tremble a little.

All she could think about was the scene where she was defiled, and veins throbbed over her pretty neck from anxiousness.

"I..." Her voice was hoarse when she tried to speak.

Isaac simply pressed her head against his chest. "Forget it, Irene. It's not your fault.”

Irene did not think so, however-if she knew what had happened, she would try to convince herself or selectively forget.

However, not knowing what had really happened only left her imagination running wild about what Harvey did to her while she was unconscious!

Working hard to control her emotions, she said, "I have a question. You have to be honest.”

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