The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 895

Isaac's voice was calm and quiet.

"Don't you have something to tell me?"

Irene flinched right then, all her drowsiness suddenly gone.

She opened her eyes to look at him, but she could not see his face because the room was too dark.

However, she could feel him looking at herself.

Her lips were twitching and her throat suddenly felt parched.

"Don't you know everything about me?" she asked.

Isaac's hands tightened around her waist, pulling her dainty figure firmly up against his own body.

Her breath seemed to stop just then, and she called out to him softly. "Isaac…"

"You were at the hospital today," he said into her ear.

Irene froze, her body stiffening.

It took a long while for her to gradually calm down.

"Y-You knew?" she murmured softly.

"Yeah."

Silence ensued, as if it could go on forever.

As neither of them spoke, it was so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeats.

Ba-dump, ba-dump…

In the end, it was Irene who broke the silence. "Don't you feel sad?"

"I don't," he replied.

Irene looked up and tried to see his reaction.

All she found was an outline because it was too dark.

"You have to tell me if something like that happens again," Isaac said as he brushed his fingers through her hair. "Don't burden yourself alone."

As Irene nestled into his arms, she asked, "Don't you want a daughter?"

"I have two sons," he said. "And that's enough."

Irene closed her eyes and pressed herself against his body. "Yeah."

If Irene were healthy and was still able to get pregnant, he might find it slightly regrettable if she refused, denying him a daughter for the rest of their lives.

However, she could not get pregnant, and it was an irreversible condition.

She was not to be blamed.

Her heart and body had been wounded far more severely than his.

It was during such times that he must treat her better, understand her, and accommodate her, which just might offer her comfort.

Irene was actually not used to that stuff. "Do I have to?"

"Yeah," Finn answered assuredly.

"Actually, you can go in place of me," Irene pointed out.

"I can't," Finn said, shaking his head. "You were the director when we successfully developed the artificial heart, and you saved a patient whose condition doctors declared untreatable. Only you would be persuasive enough."

Irene waved him off regardless. "Try to ask if anyone else is interested."

Someone else would definitely be eager for such publicity—she refused to go, one way or the other, even if she knew that it was a good thing.

Moreover, she was planning to resign and head home.

"Actually, send Brian Adams," she then said. "I was hoping he would succeed me."

Brian was a senior personnel and down-to-earth, and she also saw that he was dutiful and took his job seriously.

"But…"

"Just ask him," Irene said, and headed to her office to pack up.

Finn sighed feebly, but had no choice but to look for Brian… only for the man to turn them down.

He was not the one who performed the surgery on the patient, and it would therefore be unreasonable for him to take center stage.

As such, Finn returned to Irene with the news. "Mr. Adams said no."

Irene was left speechless.