All Chapters of The Runaway Groom: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

Irene narrowed her eyes and asked coolly, "What is it?"Quincy was already a dead woman walking, and naturally did not mind that others heard whatever she was about to say.Grinning, she said, "Yes, I was the one who had Isaac's parents murdered, and if he had not offered evidence to the court and pulled strings behind the scenes, I wouldn't have been sentenced to be executed, and so quickly at that. However, I don't regret anything I've done, so why don't you ask Isaac—even if he killed me, does that bring his parents back?""So that's why he said you're heinous." Irene gave her a cool look. "You should have known that what goes around comes around.Quincy snorted in disdain. "Yes, but you see—I've done so many terrible things to Isaac, and yet I've gotten off scot-free for years. Even if he did manage to kill me, he's just a poor orphan! Poor boy… Haha!"It was the first time Irene met someone as repulsive as Quincy, and her hands balled into fist as she glared at her. "Go to he

Unlike with Harvey, Irene sounded apologetic this time. "What brought you here, Lulu? Ricky told me that you're leaving, but I was too busy although I wanted to check on you."Lulu's eyes were unfocused and swollen, and she rasped, "Irene…"Irene felt her chest tighten when she got a good look at Lulu's face. "What's wrong?""Zachary cheated on me," she said, choking with tears just then.Irene promptly put a hand around her shoulder. "Let's talk elsewhere."It was a chance for Harvey to be helpful, and he naturally took it. "I know a place where you won't be disturbed, and you could get a few drinks there as well."Irene was concerned about Lulu, and gave him a brief look before saying, "Fine. Take us there.""Alright." Harvey promptly ran off to get his car, while Irene kept her hand around Lulu even as they got in.…Soon, they arrived at an exclusive nightclub, where Harvey had a private box reserved all year round. After Irene brought Lulu inside, Harvey started to foll

Harvey snapped, "What's that look for? Are you so drunk you can't tell who I am?"Irene was disappointed. "Could you shut up? I thought you were Isaac…"Harvey was speechless, before snorting in frustration and rolling his eyes. "Why, so that you can keep pretending I'm him? There isn't an ounce of resemblance between us.""Of course. You're not as handsome as he is…"Harvey was left speechless again. "Could you stop talking about him? No matter how great he is, I'm the one who has to take care of you now.""Why can't I talk about him? He's my husband, and I miss him. I can talk about him as much as I want." Irene had no filter now that she was drunk, and could easily say what she usually would not. Her words left Harvey utterly speechless in turn—could she stop hurting her ego like this?"Go home and flaunt all you want," he said with a snort.Did she not get embarrassed from mentioning Isaac so many times?Irene wobbled up to her feet just then, but just as she tried to

Isaac reached out for his phone and saw that someone sent him a photo, and tapped on it to find a photo of Irene sleeping.His expression stiffened right then, and he frowned as he soon received a text.[She is with me.]…Harvey settled into his couch and folded his legs, shaking it after sending that text. Isaac was abroad, so he could do nothing but worry when he saw the text, right?Even if he rushed back right away, he would still be left feeling antsy throughout the journey. Bzzt—Irene's phone started to ring just then.Unsurprised at all, Harvey held back a smile. "Guess someone's worried."He glanced at Irene, who felt something moving on her and fidgeted in irritation. Harvey took the phone out of her pocket, whispering, "Keep sleeping. I'll take this for you."Irene was feeling muddled-headed—any sound was a source of irritation, and she simply turned her back to him.As for Harvey, he chuckled when he saw that it was Isaac. The man was anxious!"Haha…" He

Irene thought that even if she had yet to actually sober up, Isaac would stir enough fear in her to make her sober.Giving him a meek look, she asked again, "When did you get back?"From Isaac's perspective, the repeated question was a sign that she was not sober."We'll talk when we get home," he said flatly.Irene was left speechless—he was still angry with her!Firmly rubbing her cheeks, she began, "Actually—""Talk when you're sober." He cut her short, leaving her at a loss for words again.Well, that suited her just fine since she was sick anyway. Although she was now thinking straight, her stomach was uncomfortable. She leaned against her seat as the car drove on steadily, and since her eyes were heavy, she slowly closed her eyes.Isaac studied her from head to toe just then, and scowled when he saw that her clothes were wrinkled and she was not wearing shoes. Still, she looked exhausted, and he refrained from snapping at her. There were not many cars on the road,