The Runaway Groom novel Chapter 715

Chapter 715

'Let's meet up, Irene!"

Isaac looked up, as if to ask who it was.

Irene shook her head - she did not recognize the number or the voice.

Isaac pressed the button for the speaker and asked, "Who are you?"

Beep, beep...

The caller hung up right then, seemingly because they could not hear Irene's voice.

Irene frowned. "Who could it be?"

Isaac shook his head. "I have no idea."

In truth, he had a hunch that it was Harvey, who was on the run, calling with a voice-changing application.

Noting the number, he sent it to James and had him look into it.

'It's just the emergency room available at this hour, right?" he then asked.

'Yeah," Irene replied, nodding-she was actually fine, and a little hot soup would be enough for her to feel better. Still, she got checked anyway.

Afterwards, her doctor told her that he could prescribe her painkillers if she could not stand the pain.

Knowing the serious side effects, and that it cured the symptom but not the cause, she refused, and left the clinic.

It was always up to oneself to take care of their own stomach, after all.

'What did the doctor say?’ Isaac asked.

'Just some food would do me good," she replied.

Isaac wondered if there would be any restaurants open this late, but Irene said, "I can just make some stew."

"I'll call Mrs. Watson and have her cook you something. You would be able to eat once you reach home," he said, and called home.

While he was calling Mrs. Watson, Irene stopped in her tracks.

Turning around, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Irene gestured for him to look ahead, and he did, to see Moneypenny standing there, holding a large bag of medication.

Moneypenny paused for a moment when he saw them as well, perhaps not expecting to see them at this hour.

It was 3 AM by the time she finished her soup and went upstairs.

Isaac was standing out at the balcony, his thoughts unfathomable.

She walked up to his side.

The moon was bright that night, with stars filling the skies.

Isaac turned around. "Time to sleep.’

Irene nodded. "Yeah. It's late."

She was still sleeping on the couch, not sharing the bed with Isaac.

Knowing her intention, Isaac did not force her, and simply said, "I'll take the couch next time."

"It's too small for you, but just right for me," Irene replied. 'You'd just make yourself uncomfortable."

They soon lay down on their sides, staring into each other's eyes from a distance.

Irene did not sleep well, and appeared tired in the morning before work.

As she tried her best to muster her spirit, a voice called out to her from behind before she could enter through the front entrance of Hotmesh Research.