The Runaway Groom

Chapter 176

It was only then that Irene saw the man in the living room.

“You?!” She gaped, but at the next instant, she had bounded forward and grabbed Harvey Gooding by the collar, bellowing, “Why did you take my Tommy?! Give him back!”

“That can be arranged, under one condition,” Harvey replied, calmly looking at her.

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“Marry me.”

“You’re crazy!” Irene’s eyes were red.

“After Isaac did me dirty,” Harvey replied, breathing every word with weighted purpose, “I’d be a failure if I did nothing!”

“Go mess with him all you want!” Irene laughed icily. “What does my child have to do with that? Hell, your proposal is even more ridiculous! Did you take the wrong meds, or did you finally lose your mind?”

“Neither. Right now–no, my mind is clear the instant I took your child,” Harvey breathed with rising agitation. “I knew Isaac Jefferson loved you the instant he spent millions on that painting, and what do you think he would do if I took you from him?”

Irene did a double take, and then laughed so hard she was shedding tears. “You’re really mistaken there he doesn’t love me at all. I would suggest that you abduct Kathy York instead of messing with me. Now, give me back my child!”

“Irene Spencer!” Harvey bellowed. “Do you think I’m an idiot?!”

He had been keeping an eye on Isaac and Irene for a while now. Things had clearly been amicable between them–he would no longer believe Irene’s claims that Isaac hated her.

Even so, Irene shook her head. “I’m not lying to you. Go abduct Kathy York yourself and threaten him– he’ll pay you anything to get her back. You’re barking up the wrong tree here.”

“That’s fine with me. I like you anyway, and having you as my wife suits me fine even if it doesn’t upset Isaac.”

Harvey seemed to cool off at the thought, and he lowered his voice as well. “I’ll advise know your place if you want to see your boy again. You have one day to make up your mind before you come to me tomorrow.”

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With that, he strode outside, but Irene promptly ran up to him, begging, “Please, just give Tommy back to me-”

“Marry me.” He cut her short with a determined tone.

Irene’s temper flared again. “Why? I don’t love you, and I won’t be an obedient wife even if I marry you. And you also know that I had a child with someone else I’m not worth your attention.”

“That’s not up to you to decide, and you having someone else’s child doesn’t matter. I want you, and that’s it.” With that, he pried his hands off her. “I’ll await your goodness, and make it fast so that your son won’t suffer.”

“I’ll kill you if you hurt him, Harvey Gooding!” Irene cried, grabbing his shirt so hard she clipped her own fingernails—however, she felt no pain, and all she could think about was getting Harvey to return Tommy to her.

“I won’t hurt him for now, but I wonder if that stays the same if you don’t agree to marry me, “Harvey replied.

He was not relenting at all–not until he got what he wanted!

“Give Tommy back, or I’ll kill you! Believe it!” Sheryl shrieked.

She had taken a cleaver from the kitchen, and was aiming it straight at Harvey!

She was putting everything on the line–Lionel was dead, meaning that she, her daughter, and her grandson only had each other.

And she would protect them!

Irene had never seen her mother acting so rashly. “Mom…”

“We know he has Tommy, and that’s enough for me! I’ll kill him if he doesn’t release Tommy!

As Sheryl clenched on the hilt of the cleaver, her veins were bulging and her hands shaking.

After all, she was nervous too.