The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 977

Zachary refused to answer, leaving Irene unable to stay composed at all.

He knew Isaac much earlier than she did, and she scarcely knew a thing about his past.

What was Zachary trying to say?

[Explain yourself, Zachary Slate! What were you trying to say?!]

Zachary simply lay in bed, lifting a brow when his phone jingled with a notification, but he did not check it.

He knew that Irene was flustered—and certainly had the capacity for it.

As it turned out, no one could stay unaffected when something like that happened to them.

He certainly did not believe in empathy—one had to experience the same anguish as the person to really know how it felt, and those who had never gone through it would never understand it.

Meanwhile, his phone kept jingling, and he finally picked it up for a look.

[Zachary Slate!]

[Zachary Slate!!!]

He was being spammed with his own name.

Chuckling, he slowly got to his feet and answered the door.

Irene was actually stunned, since she did not expect him to suddenly open it.

But after the initial surprise, she was glaring fixedly at him.

Zachary grinned. "Want to come in?"

Nonetheless, Irene asked bluntly, "What were you going to say?"

"Nothing," Zachary replied flatly.

While she was left stumped, he poured her a glass of water. "Here. You need to cool off—you're still injured, y'know!"

Irene took it and entered his room, not at all cagey as she planted herself on the couch beside the window. "Tell me."

Zachary leaned on the door and said, "You were saying that liking a person is self-indulgent, whereas love is self-restraint. And you believe that to be right?"