The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 149

Was Isaac the reason she was restless today? Did that mean he affected her emotions now?

No! That was impossible!

She did not want to admit it…

But it was a harsh reality. She was getting reckless because of Isad€

She shook her head to try to get him out of her head. How could she have feelings for him, after he hurt her and indirectly caused her to lose one of her twins?

However, the more she tried to stop thinking about him, the more she did in fact, his image was now imprinted in her mind, and memories they shared replayed like a movie

“By the way, Mr. Jefferson is upstairs. Didn’t he talk to you?” Mrs Watson asked just then

Irene paused and wheeled on Mrs Watson “He’s back?”

Mrs. Watson nodded, and Irene became even more distracted then

She headed upstairs, but was caught in a dilemma on whether she should see him

Impulse eventually trumped rationality, and she headed toward Isaac’s room.

The door was not shut, and there was a narrow slit. As she gently pushed it, she felt a little blinded by the brightness within, and she narrowed her eyes until she got used to it, and saw Isaac standing inside.

He was looking at something…

Irene pushed the door further and then saw that he was looking at a painting-the same painting depicting her during her pregnancy, which he bought from Harvey Gooding at the auction!

She strode inside and asked softly, “Why would you spend so much to buy that painting?”

Isaac sensed a presence the instant she pushed the door, but did not turn to look at her.

He kept his eyes fixed on the painting, thinking to himself that she would only stay still and stay with him when she was asleep… or memorialized, such as in that painting.

“Because it’s you,” he said.

Irene felt her breath leave her lungs, and her heart began to pound.

Those words were lovelier than anything else, and she admitted to herself then that she had fallen for him.

Without knowing it, she walked over to him and firmly wrapped her arms around his slim waist-perhaps because he looked so lonely from behind, or maybe she just had an uncontrollable burst of emotion.

Either way, she did it, and even she herself could not believe it.

When she finally came to her senses and tried to pull away, Isaac caught her wrists and stopped her, saying quietly, “I love you like this.”

Irene lowered her gaze as her cheeks turned red, struggling against his hold as she asked shyly, “You like me to take the initiative?”

Isaac turned toward her then. “Can’t you be a little more obedient?”

Irene bit her lip. “Why? I’m not a child.”

Isaac frowned-she could really upset him in a split second.

“Irene.”

“What?” She looked up, and found Isaac leaning forward.

She held her breath, and closed her eyes as she felt his warm, tender lips against hers.

He gathered her in his arms at the same time-his kiss was possessive, but somehow captivating as well.

Irene thought that the reason she had fallen for him was because he really had what it took to steal a woman’s heart.

“Please don’t run away again, alright?” She seemed to hear his voice despite her daze, and there was a plea in his quiet voice.

He had always been high and mighty, but his words now were humble.

Irene would be lying if she said she was unaffected.

“I wasn’t trying to run. Samantha White tried to hurt me because she wants the Spencer estate