Chapter 457 - Four Hundred And Fifty-seven: Come Home With Me (2/2)

”It's your fault that you messed around - honestly, I don't even know why Anabelle of all people had to go fall for a bad boy like you. But then, people change, and hello there, I'm just giving you the benefit of the doubt - don't let that compliment get into your head,”

Isabella went on,” What am I trying to say? Anabelle is a special girl and not the average ones you get into their pants easily - I'll cut off your little brother if you dare think of that - so you have to date her uniquely; take her to romantic getaways, be there for her whenever she needs you, be the pillar she can lean on and most of all, don't ever make her feel lonely - that's the worst crime you could ever commit against her, ”

Well, he has committed that already since Anabelle was on her way home, lonely, Julie thought.

”Julie,” Isabella called him by his name, ”You have to make things work between you and Anabelle because I'll make the rest of your life miserable if I end up getting married to you. Trust me,”

And yes, he does trust her on that. Julie knew Isabella never jokes with her words - well, in this case, threat. Even when they hadn't met, Isabella had burst his tires - leading to their engagement.

If Isabella could almost end his life when they were strangers, now they were familiar with each other, she'd probably wipe him off the surface of the earth without rousing any suspicion. His heart went to Pedro, how was he in love with such an icy monster?

”So get your ass moving and win her heart over else you know what would happen to you,”

Yes, his miserable life would be ended abruptly by her.

The instant Isabella ended the call, Julie felt invigorated. Yes, he had to prove to Anabelle that he was a changed man, right now and then. However, it dawned on him, how was he going to find her? Oh shit.

Julie's brain began to work faster than it ever did in her entire life as he surmised where she would be. Her place was his first thought, but then Anabelle wouldn't trek home - it was quite a distance - and would need a mode of transport. The bus station.

Julie decided to head over there. Even if she took a taxi home, he was determined to track her down tonight - no matter what she hurls at him. And just like that, Julie raced like a madman to the bus station and lucky him, she was there.

His heart broke at the sight of Anabelle on the bench with her knees brought up to her chest looking sad, sulky, and lonely. His heart broke, what had he done? Anabelle was so absent-minded that she didn't even notice him until he was directly standing in front of her.

His shoes were the first thing Anabelle caught sight of before she shot up to her feet, startled.

”You,” She couldn't believe it. What was he doing here? Did he come back for her? But then she couldn't be too sure, which is why she asked, ”Why are you here -”

Julie reached out and pulled her to him, closing down on her lips before she could finish the rest of her question.

Anabelle's eyes widened to the size of saucers when she felt the soft pressure of his lips against hers. Her heart began to pound in her chest as his lips moved against hers.

She wanted to push him away, this could be an act to lower her defenses and deceive her again. But instead of pushing him away, her hands went to his neck pulling him flush against her.

Anabelle moaned against him, the very sound stimulating Julie's blood as his hand around her waist tightened. His blood boiled, with the rain soaking their clothes, both were as good as naked.

Both pulled up for air eventually, their chest heaving with the intensity of their kiss. Anabelle was speechless and when their eyes met, a blush crept up her face. She never imagined this would happen.

Julie leaned her forehead against hers, whispering into her ears, ”Come home with me,”