Chapter 500 - Five Hundred: How Long, Julie? (1/2)

The third point of view:

”Everywhere is empty,” Anabelle noticed as they walked into one of the apartments in the building.

”Yeah, Niklaus sent everyone off after he purchased the building,” Julie reminded her as he closed the door behind them.

The place was literally vacant with only furniture and a few items available. The paint on the wall was faded, already peeling off. It was obvious that whoever would reside here in the future - that is if Niklaus gives permission - would have to refurbish the whole place.

”This is a waste of money,” Julie shook his head, staring at the property wasting away.

”What is a waste of money?” Anabelle glanced at him with a questioning look.

”Do you know how much this property would fetch on the market? All Niklaus has to do is fix some things here and there and bam! This property would be worth millions depending if he wants to lease or sell it off,” Julie calculated, sighing at Niklaus's lack of foresight.

”You're right, Julie,” Anabelle agreed with him, yet added, ”But then, everything is not money,” she walked over to the fireplace, trailing her finger across the dusty mantel.

Julie followed after her and pressed his chest against her back while circling her waist with his strong arms and rested his lips next to her ears asking, ”How so, my love?”

Anabelle stiffened, his smoldering voice made her stomach flutter and her heartbeat accelerated. She immediately cleared her throat to take her mind off the way her body reacted to him.

”Well, the fact is that some humans are nostalgic. To uncle Niklaus, this place might be his turning point in life and as well a haven. So when he feels lost or depressed, this place might be the drug he wants. In one word, you can think of Maya's place as his monument. He just can't part from it,”

”Well in my view,” Julie opined, ”Your uncle Niklaus is just being unnecessary soppy and dramatic,”

Anabelle turned to him annoyed. The girl was a helpless romantic at heart, hence sweet gestures like this won her over. But then, here was her boyfriend acting so indifferent and unromantic. She couldn't take it.

She frowned down at him,” So you're trying to say we would not even have common trinkets that would express the love we have for each other as normal couples do? You're so mean,” Anabelle was disheartened. What kind of boyfriend does she gave? He was supposed to give her a love that sweeps her off her feet.

However, a shriek left her throat when Julie suddenly carried her off her feet, causing her to wrap her legs around him to anchor herself from falling as Julie pushed her up against the wall.

He stared into her eyes, holding her gaze, her heart began to pound so erratically it might have jumped out of her chest.

Julie leaned close to her lips, her breath hitched and she leaned back into the wall. His breath brushed across her lips and she instinctively parted her lips just a bit, expectantly.

However, Julie simply moved to her ears, whispering, ”I don't need a fancy ornament whose appeal fades away with time to express my affection for you, rather I'll prove it to you with actions that would stand the test of time,” He nibbled her earlobe, his hands trailing down her arms sensually. Anabelle gasped, her body seemed to come alive with that touch.

What was he doing to her? That single move had almost fried her brain.

”That is if you would let me,” Julie said, then moved over to her neck where he peppered her smooth skin with small kisses.

Anabelle shivered, her head lulling back in pleasure with her hips beginning to gyrate against him.

Julie groaned, his control almost slipping away. Anabelle was a sly siren. He quickly brought her down to Anabelle's disappointment.

”Why? What is it?” Anabelle couldn't understand why he would reject her advances - he started it first. She was trying to emulate Isabella, Pedro never rejected her cousin's advances.

”I'm sorry, but I don't want to lose control,” Julie told her.

”That's exactly what I want you to do, Julie,” she narrowed her gaze at him, ”Or don't you find me attractive?”

”Fuck it Anabelle because attractive or not, you're my girlfriend and I would love you nonetheless. But fuck! You're an attractive woman!” he confessed.

”Then what's the problem? Tell me!”

”Because it's not the right time,” was his answer but Anabelle misunderstood him.

”Holy shit! Don't tell me you're waiting for our wedding day to consummate?” her mouth was wide open with wild imagination running through her head.

Julie flicked her on the forehead, ”You're one silly woman, what are you thinking?” he laughed at her.

Anabelle shot him a grimace, rubbing that painful spot.