The Runaway Groom novel Chapter 452

Chapter 452

The text was so shocking that Isaac was left staring blankly at it.

Still, the screen soon dimmed, and Isaac picked up the phone, tapping the screen to light it up.

When he tried to open the text, however, his fingers were shaking.

He took deep breaths to calm himself, but he was not calming down at all.

He tapped on the text with a shaking finger, and it just read: [Irene Spencer is alive.]

His brow furrowed and his expression darkened, just as the phone vibrated again.

It was another text.

[Come to Room 709 if you want to find out what happened to her.]

Isaac could tell right then that someone was luring him to Room 709.

He frowned, but headed there despite knowing that it was a trap.

He could never stay calm with anything that involved lrene-it would not even be a far cry to say that he fell apart.

She was clearly dead, but he would still foolishly believe a text from someone he did not know.

Room 709 was on the same floor, so he easily found it, and...

Harvey was laughing out loud. "You really fell for it, Isaac Jefferson?!'

The Isaac he knew was shrewd and would never fall for something like this, but this Isaac was dumb enough to come!

Harvey actually felt his belly hurting from laughing. ”1 didn't think that you could be this stupid!”

Isaac leveled him an icy look and warned, "Joke about her again and I'll make your death a horrible one."

With that, he turned and started to leave.

Harvey leaned against the doorway just then and folded his arms across his chest. "I really don't think you will remain abstinent for her for the rest of your life."

Isaac did not pause at all, which left Harvey frowning. "How about a bet, Isaac Jefferson? You'll have someone else in a year-believe it!”

Silence was his response.

"Hey-"

Bang!

The door was shut very loudly, leaving Harvey speechless.

"I don't mind losing a year from my lifespan if he could fall for someone else in a year," James said.

He had overheard Harvey and came out of his room without Harvey noticing.

Harvey pursed his lips. "Oh, he'll get over Irene. Don't worry."

James was not that optimistic. "I really don't think so."

And he knew Isaac much better than Harvey did.

"Tch. You men are all the same." Harvey snorted and turned to return into his room.

The landline rang just then, and Mrs. Watson answered it.

After speaking to whoever was on the other end, she turned toward Isaac. ’ Mr. Jefferson, Ian Jefferson escaped again."

She put emphasis on the word 'again', as if she was already used to it.

In fact, Ian must have escaped a hundred times by now, but he was always recaptured without fail.

"Okay," Isaac replied flatly.

Isaac never delivered Ian to the police, and instead kept him at Blue Hill Mental Asylum as if he was an actual lunatic.

Though security was lax and Ian could escape anytime he wanted-and he certainly gave his best-he had always been recaptured whenever he thought he made it out.

Again and again...

It was a never-ending loop that left Ian questioning his sanity-he even began to wonder if he ever managed to escape, because it felt like it happened as much as it did not.

His mind was a mess.

Hammering on the steel door of his cell maniacally, he cried, "Get Isaac Jefferson here! Tell him to kill me if he has the balls to!"

As the steel door rattled and clanged, the director of the mental asylum was opening the door elsewhere for Isaac.

Ian was still hammering on it and when the door suddenly swung away from his reach, he lost his balance and dropped flat on his face.

He looked up, and his hands clenched into fists when he saw Isaac.

His eyes turned ablaze with unending hate as he breathed through his teeth, "Isaac!!!'