Chapter 271 - Two Hundred And Seventy-one: Grown Up (1/2)
The third point of view
”Where is Anabelle?” Isabella's brow raised when she discovered she had not logged in. They promised to video chat by this time.
”Ooh, Izzy, don't tell me you're concerned about Anabelle. You've grown soft,” Pedro teased her on purpose.
”I have not gone soft, I just don't need her disturbing me later for details,” there was a crease on her face.
”Well, Anabelle is asleep so you don't have to worry,” He answered.
Isabella's brow raised at that answer, she folded her arms with her signature interrogative look, ”How do you know she's asleep?”
Pedro was taken aback by the promptness of the question, he had forgotten how sharp the girl could be.
He and Anabelle had an intense argument concerning the lies she told Isabella.
Flashback:
”What was that lie about?” he was pissed
”I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say that but I had to,”
”You had to lie to Isabella of all people about what? Us dating?”
”You don't get it,” Anabelle defended, ”I don't want Isabella to feel left out. We are a team here and once the two of us get together, Isabella would be the castoff,”
”Isabella doesn't give a damn if the both of our dates, she said it herself, so why are you doing this?” Pedro was vexed.
”Isabella doesn't always say the truth, she keeps her emotions bottled up - you of all people should know that,” she gestured at all.
”So what you're trying to say is that if Isabella is not cool with our relationship, you're willing to break up with me, is that it?”
”No, that's not it ....” Anabelle ran her hand through her hair. She inhaled sharply, ”Fine, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied,”
”Tell that to Isabella not me,” He said and left.
End of Flashback.
”I know Anabelle like the back of my hand, she can't miss such an important meeting - especially with you involved - unless she takes her meds. They make her sleepy.”
Or she's avoiding me, Isabella thought, unknown to Pedro. There was something the two were keeping from her and she would find it out.
”Do you know me like the back of your hand too?” Isabella threw that sudden question at him.
Pedro was stunned by the directness of her question, he shifted uneasily on his seat. For some weird reason, that question made his heart race. What was wrong with him?
”A-hem,” Pedro cleared his throat awkwardly, ”No,” he blurted.
Isabella's expression shifted, where has his damn royalty gone to? He had always been on her side when they were young.
”I can't read yours because I don't know if you're the back or front of my hand,” Pedro laughed - all by himself.
Isabella wasn't amused at all which made Pedro shut up. He had hoped that somehow this comment would elicit laughter that would clear the awkward tension between them.
”How did the plan go?” Prado changed the topic tactically.
Isabella gave him a long stare before responding, ”Jennifer interrupted and things went downhill from there. But the good news, she's finally out of here,”
”You mean like, left?” Pedro didn't know what to make of her statement.
”Yes, Niklaus finally man up and told her to leave but there's something strange,”
”What is strange?”
”Something seems to be wrong with Jennifer?”
”How so?”
”She hit Neon”
”So?”
”Jennifer doesn't hit Neon, but she did yesterday. Pedro, I saw the looks in her eyes, she was raving insane,” Isabella told him.
” What were you expecting Isabella? She was frustrated, your father chased her out,” Pedro pointed out.
”You don't understand, Peddy. Her eyes were murderous, bloodthirsty,”
”Isabella, you're currently stressed out. You just need to chill a little, have fun, and take your mind off your father, Reina, and Jennifer's problem for a while.” He opined.
”There's nothing fun to do...” her eyes suddenly lit up.