The Runaway Groom
Chapter 818

Irene soon found the right clothes and got changed while telling him, "Just sleep. I'm going to the hospital.”

However, Isaac was suddenly wide awake and sat up. "Why? Are you worried.”

"Yeah, I am," Irene admitted.

Isaac got out of bed in turn and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Be nice. It's the middle of the night—just sleep, and don't think anything about it."

Irene turned and looked at him then. "Did you know that I was being that eager today?"

Isaac blinked his thick lashes a couple times. "Why?"

“To distract myself."

She did not want to keep thinking about Dennis Turner, but she had yet to receive a call, which meant that Dennis's life was still in the balance —it could still be either death or good news.

Isaac furrowed his brows so hard his brows almost knotted together. What did she take him for?

He suddenly scooped Irene up in his arms.

She smacked him on the shoulder. "What are you doing?! You scared me."

That came out of the blue!

Isaac simply carried her to bed. “I need you to distract me t00."

Irene was speechless.

"Stop it," she murmured softly. “You know I'm under a lot of pressure.” Isaac lowered his gaze at her. "I'l make you relax."

Irene was too flustered for that. "Don't need it."

Her legs were still sore!

Even so, Isaac simply put her in bed and pinned her beneath himself. "Urgh..." she murmured as she kept both hands against his chest. "I'm tired..."

"Really? But you can go to the hospital just fine."

Irene tried to cajole him. "Please, just let me go to the hospital for a look. I'd be less worried—" Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Isaac's lips were on hers before she could finish.

Unable to get away, she was at his mercy as he lorded over her heart and body!

Soon, things spiraled beyond primal passion!

It was past 3 AM when they finally stopped, with Irene basically left feeling like a puddle—she was not going to make it outside today.

As Isaac cleaned her up, he told her, "Sleep."

Irene shot him a complaining look, but he simply chuckled in his alluring voice. "Hmm. You can still glare at me? Guess I haven't gone all out.” "Isaac... Jefferson..." She grunted his name even as she shoved at him with her foot.

He simply caught her by her fair ankles. "Still have the strength to kick me? Yeah. It seems I need to go harder next time."

"Shut up,” Irene said, and pull the blanket over herself. “I'm going to sleep.”

"Good," Isaac murmured and leaned in to kiss her on the calf before tucking her leg under the blanket too. "Just sleep. I'm washing up.” "Whatever," she snorted.

James Cross's work efficiency and mood both improved after he returned from Minerva.

Zachary Slate, who was having a discussion with a potential partner at a diner, spotted him eating there alone.

The man was looking at his phone, smiling from time to time.

Zachary was eventually finished with his discussion and he made his way toward James.

Since the other man was too focused on his phone, Zachary managed to sneak around him and look over his shoulder at his phone screen. He saw James typing in the chat box at lightning speed: [I miss you.] Then, he sent it.

A reply came immediately after.

[I miss you too.]

"Yo, that's cringe," Zachary could not help saying out loud.

James quickly put away his phone and turned to find Zachary watching himself gleefully.

He was speechless for a moment.

Screw this guy!

"Are you some sort of voyeur?"

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