Chapter 412 - Four Hundred And Twelve: Who Stole His Heart (1/2)
The third point of view:
A memorial service was held immediately after the funeral which meant that everyone returned from the burial ground. Most people used the opportunity to convey their condolences and one of them involved Julie and his grandfather.
”I heard what happened and you should know that I'm so sorry for your loss,” George, Julie's grandfather said to Sakuzi and his daughter, Reina. It pained him that it took this unfortunate occasion to meet once again.
”Thank you so much, George. It's quite an honor to see you today,” Sakuzi patted the old man on the shoulder. This old man was his mentor, teacher, and friend back in the days; they had fought alongside each other.
”I promise you that her murderer will not go unpunished. I would use my resources and fish out Miguel from wherever he's hiding,” George pledged to them.
Although both mafia lords were not even distantly related by blood, their gangs were on good terms and that was enough reason to fight each other's battles. That was how loyal gangs were.
”I would really appreciate that,” Reina thanked him, ”My mother was killed right under our noses and if she had not done that, the target would have been me. That alone is a humiliation to a big gang like ours,”
”You're right. An insult on your gang is an insult to mine too. Your father and I aren't just friends, we're brothers bound by blood and the test of time. You don't need to think twice about coming to me for help anytime,” The man announced, busy strengthening their alliance while his grandson had his gaze somewhere else.
Julie had a smirk on his face as soon as he spotted Anabelle from the crowd. She looked beautiful in her simple black dress with her hair put in a bun. As if she sensed that someone was staring at her, Anabelle turned in his direction at that moment, their eyes met and held.
Julie couldn't explain it but at that instant, he felt something swell inside of him. Anabelle looked more beautiful than usual and his heart began to pound so fast he thought it would leap out of his chest.
His hand unconsciously traveled to his body as if he wanted to hold back his heart threatening to jump out with that amount of throbbing. He couldn't breathe, all the air in his lungs seemed to have been stolen - who stole his air? What the hell was going on with him?
However, his face fell when Anabelle scowled at him and made a U-turn to God knows where. What the hell did she do that for? Were they quarreling? He couldn't remember them having a fight? If anything, wasn't she the one over the moon last week when their contract ended.
Yeah, you heard him, right. Anabelle was now a free woman and she sure rubbed her freedom all over his face. Julie smiled at the memory however he suddenly went red in the face when he also remembered that kiss between them. He felt a rise down there and cursed mentally, it couldn't be that the memory of that silly kiss was rousing him?
He had kissed several girls and he could tell that the kiss he shared with Anabelle that day was mediocre. However, out of the many kisses he's shared with girls of different sizes and shapes, how could it be that one made him feel weird? He wasn't normal today.
”Alright, we'd discuss more on that when I come to your office later,” George finished his conversation with Sakuzi and daughter, intentionally awakening his grandson from his internal battle.
”Thanks for coming then. Make yourself comfortable,” Sakuzi excused himself to go attend to the other guests in need of his attention.
”Who was that girl?”
Julie was startled by that question from George, it came out of nowhere.
”What girl?” He played dumb even though something told him his grandfather was referring to Anabelle.