The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 542

Chapter 542

Irene’s throat was so dry she could not speak, and she did not dare to lower her hand stopping the blinding light burning her eyes.

That was when she smelled food. Though she lowered her hand to look for it, she still had to keep her eyes closed because of the glaring light.

Even if they were trying to force her to talk, they did not dare to go too far because it would escalate matters, and their opposition were already questioning their actions in this matter.

With pressure bearing down on them from every corner, they could only resort to mental duress.

"Want a drink? Or food?" They lay out everything in front of Irene. "Admit that you're a spy, and you can have it all."

Irene's eyes narrowed. Her lips were cracked and bleeding, but she firmly shook her head.

Her fortitude was certainly shocking.

’Quit being so stubborn!"

"No, I don't think she would last. Let's see how much longer she can hold out for!"

The other man doubted that Irene would stay apathetic with the temptation for food-she could resist it now, but how long would that last?

In fact, she was so hungry now that her sense of smell was sharper than usual, and the scent of foot gnawed at her as if it were drugs to an addict, eating away at her will.

Her lips twitched even as she stared at the food, and one of the men held the food just beside her lips. "Why push yourself so hard? You can have it right now."

Irene's lips curled up-she was having double vision now.

But her lips curled up.

No one really suffered from hunger in this day and age, did they?

But she had, and the first time was because of Isaac, who denied her food and drink for three days.

"You'd be fine, but what about your kid?"

Irene curled into herself, feeling as if something was dropping inside her belly.

Her fingers clenched.

Having given birth before, she knew what that meant.

"Let... Me.. Go..." Her voice was hoarse, and the tugging at her vocal chords hurt terribly.

"Admit to your crime, and we will."

They could sense that she was relenting-and she certainly was.

She was fine with whatever happened to her, but not her child.

"You're not letting your baby die, are you? We will keep him alive, and certainly not torment him and make him cry..."