The Runaway Groom novel Chapter 894

Lulu Adams's voice spoke from the other end. "Irene? It's me. I'm calling you about Ricky… Have you heard from him lately?"

"No," Irene answered in reflex. "Was he looking for you?"

"No," Lulu replied, and was suddenly hesitant. "Oh, nevermind. It's nothing…"

"Wait, why would you ask about him if he's not looking for you?" Irene certainly knew that Lulu would not call her over no reason, and certainly not to ask about Ricky.

She must have news on him.

"Well, he did leave me a letter saying he wanted to make something for himself for leaving," Irene continued. "He never contacted me since, and I don't know where he is. You have to tell me if you have something on him."

Lulu hesitated for a while and said shortly, "Martin is onto this case… which I think Ricky is involved in."

Irene frowned. "He was committing crimes?"

"We're not sure at the moment, so calm down," Lulu assured Irene. "I'll talk to him when I actually see him."

Irene was still worried. "You have to call me if you find him."

"Yeah. I'm hanging up now," Lulu replied.

"Okay," Irene replied.

Isaac lowered her phone at that. "He's an adult. Don't worry too much about him."

Irene looked up at him just then.

In the past, she was uninterested in her stepbrother, but they grew close since Samantha White's death, which meant no one was leading him astray.

She was definitely worried since he was out there alone, and they were related by blood in the end.

She even feared that Ricky would strayed to a criminal path.

"Don't think if you don't have the facts," Isaac added.

"Yeah, I know," Irene smiled at him.

She returned to cooking.

Her first fried butter chicken was a little lean, since she was inexperienced with heat control.

Still, the rest was alright, and it was not that bad overall.

Naturally, it was lacking compared to restaurant food, which were cooked to perfection inside out.

It was very late after a simple cleanup around the house.

He had a call during dinner, probably something from work that needed seeing to.

Irene headed upstairs herself and got into bed to sleep after a shower.

She quickly fell asleep, probably because she was too tired.

She then vaguely felt movement on the bed.

"Urgh…" She tossed around and twitched, asking with a very mild voice, "Done with work?"

"Yeah," Isaac murmured softly as he took her into his arms.

She closed her eyes and leaned on his chest. "You're such a busy man."

But even as he lowered his gaze at her, he was not feeling sleepy at all.

"Irene," he called her name ever so softly.

She narrowly opened her eyes. "Yeah?"