The Runaway Groom
Chapter 817

Irene complained, "What are you doing sneaking around, Mom?!" “You were too busy to notice me," Sheryl Harris retorted. "Also, I've always been quiet here at home."

Irene was speechless.

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Sheryl certainly knew that her daughter was easily self-conscious, and she smiled. "I didn't see a thing.”

Irene was speechless again.

That just meant Sheryl did see! Why else would she say that?

Turning around and heading to her room, Sheryl continued, "You guys keep doing what you were doing. Just pretend I was never here.” Irene was speechless again.

While people embarrassed themselves away from home, she somehow ended up doing it... in her own home!

Shooting Isaac a look, she snapped, "It's all your fault."

Isaac was speechless.

Why was she blaming him? She was the one who kissed him! How was that his fault?

Nonetheless, Irene turned and headed upstairs, jumping into bed and hiding herself beneath the blanket.

Isaac followed her and stood by the bed as he said, "It's alright. It's your mom, and not some stranger. And it's just a kiss."

Irene ignored her, so he moved on top of her, with the blanket between them.

Irene shoved him right then. "I can't breathe."

Isaac smiled, and reached underneath the blanket...

Irene poked her head out then, and blinked. “What are you doing?" "Just doing what you're doing,” Isaac said quietly and unhurriedly. "And what did I do?" she asked.

He leaned in to kiss her and moved downward to gently bite her chin, speaking through his teeth, "Kiss me."

Irene wrapped her hands around his neck then and gave him the kiss she did not!

She then moved down and tugged at his shirt, unbuttoning it...

Isaac lowered his gaze, rasping slightly, "Are you in your right mind?" Irene replied, "lI am..."

She proved it with action as well, wrapping her legs around him.

Isaac put one hand around her waist and then held her thigh with the other, carrying her to the bathroom.

They stayed there for a long while before coming out.

Irene was utterly limp, and Isaac put a towel on as she carried her out. "Go to sleep. I'll come get you for dinner later," Isaac said, pulling the blanket over her.

Irene was too tired to even open her eyes. “No, just let me sleep. I don't think I'd fall asleep again if you wake me."

"Alright," Isaac said, gently patting her on the back. "Now, sleep.” Isaac headed downstairs alone during dinner.

Sheryl did not ask a thing, but Mrs. Watson did since she did not know what happened. "Didn't Mrs. Jefferson come home early today?" Isaac helped Tommy to his highchair while answering, "She's been working hard and didn't really get any rest. I'm letting her sleep, but keep some food warm just in case she wakes up later and feels hungry.”

"Okay." Mrs. Watson nodded.

Tommy pouted. “I want Mommy to feed me."

Isaac gave him a look. "Do it yourself."

That only left the boy pursuing his lips further, his eyes welling with tears.

Sheryl came over. "Here, I'll feed you."

Isaac stopped her, however, and carried him away from the dining room.

They soon returned, and whatever Isaac told Tommy, the boy started eating by himself after Isaac brought him back.

"He's just a toddler. It's normal if he acts spoiled..." Sheryl began, but soon realized she spoke out of turn.

Modern people had their own ideas about their children's education and she should not interfere.

Quickly changing the conversation, she said, "Alright. Let's eat!"

Irene woke up at past one in the morning and she could not fall asleep again no matter what she did.

As she tossed and turned around, she woke Isaac.

“You're awake? Are you hungry?"

Irene shook her head and got out of bed to get changed. “I need to go." Isaac frowned. "Where to? It's the middle of the night."

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