The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 485

Chapter 485

Perhaps Erin was really drunk-or just trying to vent the grief from learning of her true roots-but she was not backing down at all.

James was panting as she clung on to him, but he was still rational, and thus hesitant to take things to the next level.

His eyes a little red, he growled, "Do you consent?'

He had already torn open her blouse.

Even so, Erin was still latched to him.

There was no telling if she heard him or if she was just sick from all the alcohol, but she pressed her face against his chest and moaned, ' Uh-hmm... ■

Her response was no different from throwing oil to fire.

Unable to stop himself, James pinned her beneath himself...

An hour later, James got dressed and strode outside-there was just ten minutes until his flight, and he was late although he drove at top speed to the airport.

Isaac was already waiting when he hurried into the plane and almost lost his patience.

'I was held up..." James tried to explain.

Still, as Isaac looked up, he saw that James's collar was wrinkled and wide open, and the hickey on his neck was as clear as it was fresh.

Anyone experienced enough would know how that happened, and Isaac calmly turned away.

"When did it start?"

"Eh?"

James blinked. When did what start?

He then seemed to understand and straightened his collar. "...It's not like that."

He himself was surprised.

He would not be messing around if she really was Isaac's half-sister. Now that it was no concern...

If anything, it just amounted to a fling anyway.

As a fellow man who could understand, Isaac said nothing in response and directed the pilots to take off.

When Isaac reached home, he found Tommy playing in the living room. All the furniture there had been covered in soft latex so that the baby would not hurt himself if he knocked into it.

He was standing barefooted on the carpet, playing with a toy dog and mumbling, "Pah-pah... Pah-pah..."

Isaac was at the doorway when he heard his son. His eyes darkened as he walked toward Tommy, and he called out softly, "Tommy."

Tommy turned around, the toy still in his hand, but quickly threw it away when he saw that it was Isaac, and ran toward him. "Pah-pah..."

Tommy was walking steadily now and did not need assistance, and his vocabulary had increased as well, to include words like eat, sleep, and the like.

As Isaac scooped him up in his arms, he grinned, baring a row of little white teeth before rubbing his head against Isaac's chest.

"Welcome home,' Sheryl Harris arrived in the living room, having heard him return. "I'll get a bath ready-dinner will be ready soon."

"Okay," Isaac said. "Has Tommy been good?'

Sheryl lowered her gaze. "Very."

However, the baby had been calling 'Mah-mah', be it when he was asleep or in Sheryl's arms.

She avoided telling Isaac, however, so that no one would feel miserable.

Still, Isaac seemed to pick up on it.

Changing the subject, he said, "I've bought a place in Franconia. We can move there once it's finished."

"We're moving abroad?" Sheryl exclaimed in surprise-she did not know the language and would definitely not get used to life over there.