All Chapters of The Runaway Groom: Chapter 641 - Chapter 650

"To be frank, the antidote development you led was an eye-opener for me. I'm honestly impressed by everyone's professionalism and determination."Pausing for a moment, Dennis then added, "You worked at Mead Clinic and brought us their latest research data, so your contribution is immense even if you aren't working for us officially… That's why I asked to meet: I was wondering if you're interested in taking the post of director."Irene was left gaping. Never had she expected the director of Hotmesh Research would ask her to take over!She did not know what to say just then."I don't think I can—""You don't have to give an answer right now. Take your time to think about it," Dennis said, pouring her some tea. "I mean, Tobey Kitsch was supposed to succeed me before, and then…"Trailing off, Dennis then smiled. "Well, thank goodness that happened and allowed us to understand the true extent of his abilities. It would've been a disaster if he really took over."Irene took a sip of h

Seeing that her mother was beside herself with worry, Irene decided that it must be serious and she hurried to her mother's side. "What is it?""Look," Sheryl handed Irene her phone, and Irene frowned when she saw it.There were blurry pictures of Isaac and Henry, but there was no question that it was them.And the news was saying that Isaac had given his grandfather a stroke."Look at all those terrible comments—it's so terrible! It's frustrating to look at!" Sheryl would have been fighting those keyboard warriors if she was good with technology.Still, Irene told her to calm down. "I'll go take a look."She knew that things were not as simple as they look.Isaac no doubt had the influence to enforce a media blackout, but the fact that it still made the news meant there was a conspiracy at hand."What can you do?" Sheryl asked."Henry Jefferson was rushed to a hospital, wasn't he?" Irene said. "I'll find out the extent of his condition, so that they wouldn't keep smearing I

Isaac remained unaffected—even as calm as a pond.His angular fingers curled up, hooking Irene's hair, and twirled repeatedly. "What do you think we should name our youngest?"Irene turned to look at him, not sure what he was thinking just then and unable to even guess it.He grinned. "What's that look for? Well, I do look good."Irene did not continue about Henry just then, since it appeared that Isaac really did not want to talk about him. Making a straight face, she said, "No, you don't. In fact, you're hideous."Isaac pulled her into his arms right then, holding her chin in place to make her look at him. "Speak from your conscience.""I am," Irene replied with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.Isaac leaned closer then. "Fine. Tell me, what makes me ugly?"She held Isaac's gaze just then, her pupils darting everywhere and glinting luminously. Everything from his chiseled face, to his dark eyes and sharp nose, all made him attractive."Your face, your eyes…" She tried to

Irene did not even turn around as she arranged the books in the box. "Some are important, especially the notes. Those might still be useful for me."Then, pointing at the stuff she sorted out, she said, "I have to keep these. Can I keep it in your room?"Isaac watched as Irene put that diary among the stack, whereas Irene did not see the terrible look on his face just then, even as she continued without knowing, "I'll take your silence for a yes—don't worry, though, I won't take up much space. Maybe four tiles, since I'm dumping the rest."Isaac said nothing and turned to leave.After Irene sorted the books she wanted, she found some of Sheryl's belongings and took them to her too. Once they bathed Tommy and changed diapers for the baby, Sheryl reminded her, "It's time you named junior." "I'll get Isaac to actually think of something. I don't want it to be half-baked like we did with Tommy," Irene said."Tommy is a nice name, though?" Sheryl said."Yeah." Irene grinned.Afte

At the same time, Isaac continued, "You will only ever lose to me, Ian Jefferson! Don't think pretending to be insane will get you past me."Pausing, he then added with dripping contempt, "Do you know why you've lost? Because you're a fucking idiot!"Ian's eyes welled with test then, his crazed laughter turning shriller in turn from obvious restraint. Isaac simply leaned forward and kept trampling over his dignity. "Look at you, can't even protect your own woman and have her suffer with you. Could you even call yourself a man? Even tramps can beat you now.""Hehe, you want a bite too?" Ian held the rope at Isaac's face, true to the fashion of a nutcase.Isaac narrowed his eyes. "I don't think you're crazy."Ian guffawed. "You're crazy. You're crazy.""This isn't going to work in the long run," James told Isaac quietly then. "We need a better place to keep him."Isaac inhaled deeply then, and thought that Ian really had a high tolerance that he would not flip out even after all