The Runaway Groom
Chapter 964

Isaac turned around, while Erin turned toward Irene too. "What's wrong, Irene?"

"Nothing," Irene replied. "Just wanted you all to be careful.”

"Oh, we will," Erin assured her. "Don't worry, Irene."

Irene nodded, watching them as they left.

She scowled a little, feeling like she could not be of help.

Eagle approached her just then. "Is there anything I can help with, ma'am?"

Irene shook her head. "Let's go back inside—thanks for keeping an eye on things while I wasn't around.”

“It's what I should do," Eagle replied, nodding.

Tommy ran up to Irene then, hugging her leg. "Mommy, carry me." Irene arched her back and tried to pull him up—the move tugged at her shoulder wound, and it was only then that she remembered that she was still hurt.

"Why don't we just hold hands?" she asked mildly.

Tommy shook his head. "Carry me."

Eagle walked up to them. "I can carry you."

Tommy spaced out for a moment and snapped, "Nope!"

With that, he ran away.

After all, Eagle had kept him on a tight leash when Irene was away, stopping him from climbing walls or leaving the castle and insisting that he properly studied Franconian under his tutor.

He would even ensure Tommy had seconds during meals!

There was no way he would want Eagle to carry him after the latter denied him his freedom—Eagle's arms were no different from a prison, devoid of warmth!

That was why Tommy wanted his mommy's warm embrace!

Irene raised a brow as Tommy fled and turned toward Eagle. "He's that scared of you, huh?"

Eagle was actually unsure what Irene was getting at, but he explained, "Maybe I was too strict with him when you were away. That's why he doesn't like me."

Irene suddenly smiled and said, "Good work."

Eagle smiled a little too.

Over at New Kent, Martin was discharged after more or less recovering.

And since he had scored a major accomplishment, the precinct allowed him time away since he had yet to fully recover, and so that he had time to take care of Lulu's baby since she only delivered recently.

Martin would actually refuse it if it was any other occasion—he never took leave even after working for so many years.

This time, he accepted his higher-up's goodwill.

"We keep calling our baby baby. It's time we named her," Martin said at home.

Lulu was arranging some flowers a friend sent into a vase and dressed casually.

She turned around. "Yes, we should. Have you thought of any?'

That never crossed her mind, whereas Martin had already had come up with a truckload, though he was worried if Lulu would like it.

Still, he stayed quiet.

Walking up to his bed, Lulu asked, "Are you getting distant with me now?"

“No way." Martin denied it.

“You are," she arched her back to stare him straight in the eye. “You never thought of anything and can't come up with any on the spot. Is that why you're being silent?"

“I actually did," Martin answered a little too quickly and realized so soon after.

Smiling, he said, "Forget it. Punish me all you want."

Lulu smiled, her eyes arching into crescents. "I get it. You're the only one who accommodates me."

Martin smiled in return, and said, "Well, let's name her Jean. How about that?"

Lulu nodded repeatedly. “I like it. Jean York—it has a good ring to it." Martin was taken aback. "Jean York?"

"Of course! Why not? You're her daddy!"

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