Chapter 475 - Four Hundred And Seventy-five: Romeo And Juliet (1/2)

The third point of view:

”You did this to my daughter!” Eden yelled at George, his eyes wide and furious. He was pissed off as hell.

”Your daughter did that to herself! If she hadn't gone seducing my grandson, she wouldn't have landed herself in this situation!” George lashed out.

”What? Did you just insinuate that my daughter Anabelle is a slut?” Eden couldn't believe what he just heard. How dare that old man treat his precious daughter like that.

Anabelle was treated like royalty in her father's house and yet the man had the nerve to treat her like shit. He wouldn't take this insult lying down - it was a huge embarrassment to the Spencer Clan.

”Maybe we should all calm down and treat this matter diplomatically like the adults we are,” Camille tried to talk some sense into them but these headstrong men wouldn't listen.

”No, there is no talking this one out!”

Meanwhile, Isabella sighed at the argument. She was in the corridor and didn't even need to eavesdrop on their conversation since they were so loud. It was eight hours after the incident and she stayed back to ensure Anabelle was okay.

She had been scared out of her mind when Anabelle lost consciousness and fell. It reminded her of that day when her mother, Kay, had plunged down from the roof of her residence.

Isabella shut her eyes, wincing from the memory. Her hand trembled and she had to hold it steady with her other hand. In this life, she wasn't afraid of anything but death. The fear of death seared right into her soul, clawing its way around her heart and gripped her tight. Isabella took long deep breaths to calm her pounding heart.

”It was alright. Anabelle would be fine,” she muttered to herself.

”Isabella!”

”Oh, thank God,” The girl was highly relieved when Pedro made his way over to her.

”Are you okay?” He asked, pulling her into his embrace.

”Yeah, I'm fine,” Isabella sighed, yielding to the warm, bone-crushing hug, her frame molding against his. Pedro was the warm, fuzzy type - which she liked - and she nestled her face in his neck, he smelled of home and comfort. Isabella felt safe.

Opposites indeed attract, Isabella acquiesced to that word. She finally understood why she had fallen for Pedro. The boy was the opposite of what she could ever become; he was kind, good, bright like the sunshine, and most of all, affectionate - he would do everything for the people he loved.

But her? She was unkind, manipulative, apathetic, and most of all, with questionable morals. Isabella wasn't a saint, but she wasn't the devil either. She was just hanging on an imbalance and just a tip, she'd either fall on the good or the bad side.

”Yeah, it's okay now. I'm here for you,” Pedro muttered into her hair, rubbing it. He was the only one who knew how much Isabella suffered inside even though she looked fine on the surface.

At first, he had been frightened by her eccentricity - she was different from the others - but he learned to embrace it. Embrace her - all of her. Odd people were the unique ones and even when she goes out of line, he'd be there to show her the way out of the darkness.

”Feel good now?” he asked when she lifted her head.

”Yeah,” Isabella answered, tucking her hair out of her face and made the mistake of glancing up at him, her gaze resting on his luscious lips.

Oh boy.

The air between them became charged, as if someone created a spark. The sexual tension was thick as Pedro's eyes connected and they didn't hold back as their lips fused instantly.