The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 556

Chapter 556

The next day, Irene woke up to the sight of a pair of tiny cheeks that resembled Isaac's, and she reached out to touch them.

Suddenly, Tommy got up and ran off, though Isaac soon entered.

She slept soundly last night. But although she did not know what time he returned, the dark circles under his eyes made it evident that he had not slept.

It had been the case over the last few days and weariness showed on his face.

Getting up, he told her, "You should sleep."

Isaac sat on the bed then and held her hand. "Stan has already hired the best private detectives for the job and I need to meet them soon. I've also arranged for a protection detail for you while I settle things over there."

Irene certainly understood that having to travel to and from Minerva was difficult, and could not help feeling sad.

She was so preoccupied with her own grief that she forgot Isaac was the father too.

He must be hurting too, right?

She raised a hand and placed it gently on his cheek.

It was a gesture that said both nothing and everything.

Isaac left quickly after lunch, while Irene lay over the living room couch, staring blankly at the ceiling, her thoughts an enigma.

Sheryl came and pulled a blanket over Irene.

'What's on your mind?"

Irene came to her senses right then and said, "Nothing."

She then turned to look at Tommy, who was fiddling with a toy dog on the carpet before the couch.

Spotting many other toy dogs, she asked, "Does Tommy like dogs?"

"Yes," Sheryl replied. "We happened to spot one the size of a small cow when I took him out on a stroll. The very sight of it scared me, but Tommy wasn't spooked at all. That's children for you, I guess."

Irene held out her hands at Tommy just then, "Come here, Tommy."

Tommy looked up at her, blinking his large black eyes, his thick lashes fluttering as he did.

"Go on," Sheryl coaxed, and the boy finally got up and walked over to Irene.

Gathering him in her arms and pointing at the toy dog he was holding, Irene asked, 'Should I buy you a live one?"

"Are you saying we should keep a pet?" Sheryl exclaimed as soon as she was finished. "But animals always carry bacteria and viruses, and Tommy is just a toddler. What if he gets infected? That's not how you earn his favor, you know?"

Tommy seemed to understand, however, and pressed himself against

Irene while babbling, "Yes."

Sheryl, worried that he would rupture Irene's scar, was about to take him away.

"I'm fine," Irene said, stopping Sheryl.

It was not easy for Tommy to get close to her-she wanted more, too, and the last thing she wanted was to push him away.