The Runaway Groom novel Chapter 946

Zachary did not want to see Isaac like this—Isaac had always been such a proud man, carrying such profound insight and acumen for business.

And now, Isaac could not even take Zachary's phone because he could not see.

Zachary did not dare to ask what happened to Isaac's eyes in front of Irene either, worried that he would get uncomfortable because of that.

Zachary gave Irene a look so that she got out of the car.

Hence, while Isaac was talking to James over the phone, Irene excused herself for a toilet break and alighted.

Zachary pulled her aside. "Why don't you head back with Isaac first? I can arrange for a chauffeur."

Irene shook her head—she knew Isaac too well. "He's worried. He won't rest easy until James gives an update."

"But his eyes… Can that really wait?" Zachary asked.

They had no idea what had caused Isaac's blindness and were worried it would get more serious the longer they waited.

Even so, Irene believed they had to wait instead of rushing things along.

"I've already stopped the bleeding on his neck," she said calmly. "I'll talk to him when we reach lodgings."

Zachary considered it. "Fine."

"Let's go!" Stan called out then, having refilled the gas tank.

As they got in, Isaac was done speaking with James and said, "Zachary. Your phone."

Isaac held it out, letting Zachary take it for himself.

As Zachary reached out for it, the atmosphere in the car became weird again—it was unusually awkward and suffocating in there.

Zachary looked ahead and said nothing while Irene tried to start a conversation to ease the awkwardness.

She looked up at Isaac, saying, "Did you know? I haven't had a good night's sleep ever since you went missing."

It was true, and Isaac could tell as much.

"Yeah," he murmured softly.

"I was so afraid that I won't see you again," she whispered.

Isaac reached out to pat her head in response.

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They drove on for a while, and soon saw people.

The sign boards also indicated that they were approaching Vos.

Then, turning toward Isaac, she said, "Let's get you a bath!"

He sat on the edge of the bed and was not moving much.

"Am I that dirty?" he asked.

"No," Irene replied, leaning close to his lips.

Isaac smiled. "You wouldn't mind if I'm blind too?"

Irene's nose turned watery right then, as a gush of wetness rushed up her nostrils without warning.

At the same time, her eyes became heated and swollen!

Even so, she gently kissed him on the lips. "I'll make you better," she said. "Once we get home, I'll get you the best optometrist."

"Sure," Isaac replied.

"You should be happy," Irene teased him. "I wouldn't help you bathe if you were fine."

Isaac did not say a thing, but as she undid his belt, he wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her dainty form into his arms.

"Did you miss me?" he asked.