Chapter 485 - Four Hundred And Eighty-Five: Trust Me (1/2)

The third point of view:

”It's late,” Anabelle pointed out, swiping away the curtain as she glanced out through the window, ”And they're not yet back,”

”They would be back,” Pedro said, even though he wasn't sure anymore.

It was already six hours since they left and there was no sign of them - literally nothing. To make matters worse, there was no cell phone or a way to communicate with them.

Could it be that they have been caught by their parents who were on their way to catch them as well? No, he didn't want to believe it. He still had faith in Isabella.

”They will be back?! You've been saying that for the past three hours and yet, where are they?!” Anabelle was freaking out. Her eyes were wide and she grabbed her hair, ”What if my father or his father has Julie? What if they're already smuggling him aboard by this time while we sit around like idiots? Would I ever see him again?! Oh my gosh, what if he's in danger of my father?!”

”Anabelle, you should calm down. You shouldn't think the worst yet,” Pedro attempted to calm her off but that worsened the whole thing.

”Don't tell me to calm down!” She hissed, picked the cushions on the seat and began to hurl them at him one after the other till there was nothing left.

”Feel good?” He knew she just blew off some steam.

”Yeah,” Anabelle heaved, wrapping her hands around herself, and then, without warning, broke down in tears.

”Oh boy,” Pedro groaned. He hated it when Anabelle cried - because he had no idea how to comfort her.

”Please don't,” where was he going to start?

Frustrated, Anabelle began to confess the words she had never said to Julie until now. Heck, she should have told Julie the truth before he left - damn her parents and all.

”I miss him! I just want Julie here with me! I want to hug him and kiss him and tell him… heck, I love him! - ”

”Really?”

Someone said from behind and the both of them froze. That voice, why did it sound so familiar?

With their hearts filled with expectations, Anabelle and Pedro turned around while hoping to God that they were not hallucinating or something. However, when their gaze landed on the door, their jaws almost dropped to the floor.

Who were those people? Their heights and voices were awfully similar to Isabella and Julie yet they looked nothing like them.

Julie turned to Isabella, ”Why are they looking at us like that? Like they don't recognize us or something?”

”Yes, they don't. That's the purpose of the makeup, dummy,” she sassed, ripping off his wig.

”Ouch!” Julie yelped. He could swear some of his stands came off with that wig. He was prepared to give Isabella a piece of his mind had Anabelle not cried out, ”Julie!”

And she ran towards him, throwing the both of them to the ground with her weight and momentum.

”Julie!”

”Yeah, It's me, angel,” He chuckled, tucking her hair behind her ear.

”I was scared,” A tear slipped down Anabelle's cheek which he brushed away with his thumb,