The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 199

Chapter 199

Isaac always carried himself as if he was above the rest. Stalking a married woman cheapened him! It definitely would not be him!

As for Chad, who was Irene’s prime suspect, she believed that they had no feud.

Moreover, Chad himself said that he wanted to get back at Isaac for driving Whitney to her death, and would use her to that end.

She laughed bitterly at the thought–Isaac had already divorced her, and found himself a new lover. If Chad wanted revenge, he should be abducting Kathy instead.

Why her?

She looked around, studying the whole room, but did not recognize it as she had long since forgotten about it.

The curtains were left open with a foot wide gap, and light was spilling in, illuminating the room. She blinked, suddenly not interested in moving while feeling dryness in her entire mouth!

She closed herself to sleep–maybe she would not be that thirsty afterwards.

Still, it took her a long while to doze off!

When she finally opened her eyes again, she picked up the scent of food and spotted the confectionery on the table nearby. The exquisite appearance alone was mouthwatering, and it only tempted a famished person like her further.

Her lips parted, and she found the insides of her mouth sticky–she would rather drink than eat at the moment, but she was definitely hungry too.

Also, the confectionery was not there when she woke up just now. Whoever brought it must have done so after she fell asleep.

Was it bait? Could it be poison?

Why else would they make her starve, and suddenly put food there?

She turned around despite much difficulty–out of sight, out of mind.

But she was certainly suffering! Was anyone ever coming to save her?

Meanwhile, Isaac was watching her every move from the living room.

Her lips were dried and she looked withered.

It hurt Isaac to see her like that, but he steeled himself and closed his laptop so that he did not have to. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“Thirsty…”

Irene narrowed her eyes in the darkness as night arrived.

Her voice was almost as quiet as a mosquito, and she might soon be mute.

Isaac picked her up, and helped her drink the water left on the table.

“Water.”

She started to gulp it when her lips touched the moisture, and felt alive as it reached her stomach.

Isaac held her in his arms and rubbed her back. “Sleep.”

He had untied her, but the discomfort from being bound lingered, and she felt as if she was dreaming because of her thirst. There was no way water would have come to her otherwise!

If it really were, she hoped the dream would last longer.

“Tommy…” she mumbled in her sleep, missing her child too much.

Her voice was too small for Isaac to hear, and she started to blame herself for not protecting him. “Mommy is sorry…”

She parted with him soon after he was born, and even afterward, they were repeatedly separated, and he was repeatedly exposed to danger!

She had failed as a mother.

A tear trickled from the corner of her eye down to her nose, dropping quietly onto her pillow and disappearing!

Isaac heard her just then, and thought that she was crying because she dreamed of their lost children.

He could understand how she felt–he was the twins‘ father, after all.

He gathered her in his arms within a warm embrace, as if that alleviated the misery in his own. heart as well.

If only they could have more children…

It was a long night, but Isaac could not fall asleep no matter how he tried.

And in the morning, Irene woke

up…