The Runaway Groom
Chapter 898

Irene's heart was pounding. "What is it?"

“I'm going on a business trip," Isaac said as he put a slice of steak on her plate. "This one might take longer."

"How long?" Irene asked.

"Half a month," Isaac said, looking at her just then. "James found a good servant, and they will come by tomorrow..."

“You have nothing to worry about," Irene said, looking between Sheryl and Isaac. "I've resigned. I'll take care of things at home."

Isaac's expression clearly stiffened and he looked at her pointedly. Before he could speak, Irene said, "I think I've really not spent any time with my children. I would like to take care of things at home now."

She always understood that Isaac had to bear with her a lot and had to work online most of the time.

He must have had to leave since one too many issues were piling for a while now.

“I can't help with your work, so I'll take care of things at home, so that you have nothing to worry about here."

Isaac slowly lowered his eyes but said nothing.

He knew that she was sacrificing her career.

Even so, Irene no longer felt any regret in this.

Every family should have someone taking care of the house.

For Sheryl, she supported both Irene's decision to work before and her decision to stay home now. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

They had a big family, but it lacked warmth because Irene and Isaac often worked late.

Patting Irene on the shoulder, Sheryl said, "You can take care of Tommy from now on."

After all, Irene was Tommy's mother.

Moreover, she was already absent when Tommy was a baby, so she should not be absent for her second son as well. Even if she did check on the baby every day, she never really took care of him.

“Thanks, Mom." Irene nodded. "You've worked so hard."

She would never have been able to work without Sheryl, and caring for two children in Tommy and the baby must have been difficult.

Irene understood that, and she was therefore filled with gratitude.

Late at night, Isaac had Irene in his arms when she asked, "Would you miss me, not seeing me for half a month?"

"Yeah," Isaac murmured softly.

She turned and stood on her toes to hug his neck, whispering into his ear, "I don't believe you."

Isaac held her slender waist and asked, "How shall I prove it to you, then?"

"Hmm..." Irene mused.

Before she thought of anything, Isaac scooped her up in his arms and placed her on the bed.

As her body pressed into the soft mattress, he unbuttoned her pajamas as he kissed her.

She felt a slight chill as her straps dropped off her shoulder, just before his muscular figure pressed down on her and his body's warmth radiated into her.

His hand seemed to be charged, and she shuddered wherever he charged.

As she panted, he leaned in to whisper into her ear, "Would you miss me?"

His long, chiseled fingers were caressing her thighs, softly and warmly dancing over her skin.

Irene hid her head against his chest and murmured mildly, "Yeah."

And with that, all their clothes were on the floor as they tangled with passion.

But at the very last moment, he suddenly stopped and lowered his eyes at her. "Would I hurt you?"

Irene opened her eyes, seeing the fire in his eyes which he was restraining.

Her mind was a mess as she slowly realized what he was talking about. Despite it being a special case, she still had a miscarriage, and he was worried about hurting her.

Irene came to her senses right then—she had been so lost in it that she forgot.

The biochemical pregnancy was no different from a miscarriage, even if it was very brief, and that meant she needed time to recover. Caressing his cheek, she said, "Yeah."

Her long black hair was spread over the bed like seaweed, her beautiful face scarlet at the center.

Her lips were pink and her eyes were not fully focused just yet.

That appearance was just so seductive, and it left the imagination running wild.

Isaac was gulping.

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