Chapter 389 - Three Hundred And Eighty-nine: What Just Happened? (2/2)

”Are you fucking crazy!” Julie yelled at her, ”How dare you bring a fight to my store! Who gave you the right to lay your hand on her! Just who do you think you are!”

”I'm your girlfriend!” She screamed

”Ex-girlfriend!” He corrected her with the same aggressiveness, ”I believe I wasn't babbling when I told you that we were over!”

”You don't mean it!”

”Try me!” he challenged her.

Quin froze, realization finally dawning on her.

”You really broke up with m-me?” Her voice broke at the end with tears threatening to spill down her eyes,” And this bitch is my replacement?” There was anger in her tone.

”Think whatever you want, but I'm letting you off on account of our past relationship. But if you dare, lay a hand on Anabelle once again, I'll rip you apart all by myself!” he threatened her.

”We'd see about that!” Quinn huffed and jerked herself from the clerks who watched her cautiously, prepared to capture her back if she dared tried any silly move.

Though she couldn't see her, Anabelle could sense the murderous eyes boring holes into her head. Her heart suddenly hurt, why wasn't she as badass as Isabella? She should have shown that bitch ass that the Spencer's were not to be trifled with. Instead, what had she done? Hide her face in Julie's chest! She was mortified.

”She's gone now,” Julie whispered into her ears while surprisingly soothingly stroking her head. But then, she would not be fooled this time!

Forcefully, Anabelle pushed at his chest, hoping to storm away from the place but as usual, the asshole had to disrupt her plan.

”Anabelle!” He pulled her back to him.

”Don't touch me!” She hissed, struggling to be free.

”I'm sorry,” He said

”I'm sorry too because your sorry can't solve this,” she turned to leave with determination. Yet, he stopped her. Again.

”She hurt you! I can't let you leave like this -”

”Why?” Anabelle sneered, ”Because you've now realized that I'm Spencer and that my family would rip your head off if they realize what you and your girlfriend did to me?” there was sarcasm in her tone.

”Either way, I'm responsible for you,” He told her, ”Now come with me,”

”No, let me go!”

”Just shut up and come with me!”

Anabelle was stunned at the dominance in that command. Veins were bulging from Julie's head and neck plus his eyes seemed to be spitting out fire that Anabelle wanted to throw herself on the ground and cry out on this injustice. She was the victim here, so why was he yelling at her?

She didn't say anything more and followed him grudgingly, spitting out profanities which he ignored. Julie led her to a private room and had her sit down, with him doing the same. Anabelle was curious about his intention so was quite alert until one of the clerks arrived with an ice pack.

”Thank you,” She reached out and wanted to take it from him but Julie was faster.

”What are you doing?” Anabelle shot him a look.

”Just stop talking,” He said, turning her face to him and pressed the ice pack on her face and she flinched from the coldness.

”I can help myself,” She wanted to take it from him but the glare Julie gave her made her shut up. Suit yourself then, the girl murmured mentally.

More careful this time, Julie began to rub the ice pack at her swollen cheek where Quinn had slapped her.

While he was immersed in treating her, Anabelle couldn't help but admire his features. His skin was too smooth and translucent for a man - she was almost jealous. Julie had a pair of strongly arched thick brows and now she was staring up close she could make out flecks of green in his blue eyes unlike hers. Her gaze fell on his tall nose and followed down to his lips.

But Anabelle was startled at the ridiculous thought that went through her head when her gaze flickered down to his lips and hurriedly returned her eyes to his, but unfortunately, their gaze met and held.

Julie and Anabelle froze, a great sexual tension igniting between them as they looked into each other's eyes. It might have been Julie who moved first but Anabelle's eyes had shut close, awaiting what was to come.

But when Julie's lips brushed against hers, Anabelle's phone rang at that moment and the spell binding them shattered.

”I should leave,” Anabelle shot up to her feet, flustered.

”Yeah, probably,” Julie couldn't have agreed more.

That was weird. Really Weird.