Chapter 457 - Four Hundred And Fifty-seven: Come Home With Me (1/2)
The third point of view:
Perhaps if anyone had told Julie that his past would come to haunt him, he would have amended his ways on time. But now, it was too late. What is the use of a relationship, when the one you love doesn't trust you? It was as good as never dating at all.
Julie rubbed his hand over his head, pushing both his hair and the water sipping out of it backward. This was so frustrating - this was the first time he was this helpless.
People who ran past him gave him strange looks. Others were running to shield themselves from the rain but here he was standing in the middle of the rain, he must be sick in the head or something.
However, Julie didn't mind as he sat down on one of the walkway benches, thinking about his life. However, his phone rang, disturbing the tranquility he was enjoying, he picked without even looking at the caller. Well, he didn't need to know since the icy voice said it all,
”How's the date going?”
Isabella.
And how did she know about their date, he never told her. Ah, right, Anabelle told her. Sometimes he kept on forgetting that despite the quarrels between both of them constantly, the cousins were as close as shit.
”How is it your business?”Julie retorted, never expecting that she would answer right away.
”Because I just called Anabelle to inquire about her romantic dinner - she's been filling my ears with - but she's not answering my calls no matter how many I called which could only mean two things, either she's mad at me or you just upset her. But I'll choose the latter since I haven't done anything to elicit her anger yet, moreover, she had been too happy about the date, which could only mean something happened between the both of you,” Isabella figured out
”Well, you can ask Anabelle that question yourself when she gets home - she's on her way back home by the way,” He informed her.
Isabella growled into the phone, ”You hurt her didn't you?”
”No, she saw who I was truly and decided I wasn't good enough for her,”
”Are you seriously kidding me?” Isabella groaned, and judging from her attitude, Julie probably surmised she just facepalmed.
”Are we ever good?” was the question she put to him.
His brows furrowed, ”What do you mean by that?”
”Duh, it's simply rubbish. Nobody is ever good for anybody, you just have to work it out,” She snorted, ”How dense could you get? And here I was thinking you were smart?”
”But she doesn't trust me,” He complained.
”Then earn it!” She asked him, ”Do you love Anabelle?”
”Yes. I've never been this sure in my entire life,” was his answer. Julie could feel it deep in his bones, she was the one for him - and an escape from her, Isabella. Not that he would say to her face, Isabella would kill him.