Chapter 523 - Five Hundred And Twenty-three: His Daughter Is A Daredevil (1/2)

The third point of view:

Anabelle wasn't having the time of her life at Nik's place at all. Everyone had gathered around for breakfast and she's going to say, it was the most awkward breakfast she had ever participated.

Niklaus was at the table with them and the awkwardness skyrocketed to level hundred. She wondered what was going on in her uncle's mind, joining them for dinner - he probably wanted to monitor them. Annabelle wouldn't mind having breakfast with Julie in Isabella's room. Having breakfast with Niklaus present was equivalent to having a dark cloud over their heads.

None of the kids at the table attempted to speak in fear of incurring Niklaus' wrath except the triple trouble who were bickering in whispers as usual. Reina was not present because she was speaking with Emily and Camille about the wedding arrangements and the trip to Lincolnshire.

Anabelle looked across the table at her boyfriend who didn't seem as elevated as she was about this breakfast of a thing. Neither was Isabella. However, her cousin was not someone to be overthrown by such a mere setback. Isabella had better plans.

Anabelle was startled when someone's feet touched her and turned to give Isabella a look. What the hell was that for? However, Isabella gave her cousin her signature blank look and continued her search.

Pedro was diligently eating his breakfast when something touched his thigh and he almost jumped out of his skin.

”What is it?” Niklaus asked with a deep furrow, noticing his action.

”Sorry,” Pedro apologized, ”The hot soup hurt my tongue,” He lied through his teeth. What soup? It was simply Isabella's feet treading into forbidden territory blindly.

”Eat carefully,” Niklaus told him, which took Pedro by surprise. Was that care he sensed in the man's voice? Were they good now? The boy wondered.

Having averted that tragedy, Pedro turned to Isabella and both began to communicate with their eyes.

”Be good,” He warned.

Isabella smirked, ”Why? Isn't it fun?”

”I'm serious,” Pedro scowled at her. It was fun until her father buries him alive.

Meanwhile, Julie, who was seated beside Pedro, couldn't help but notice the silent communication. What the hell was wrong with the both of them? They were so weird.

Then his gaze fell on Anabelle and there was longing in there. Although he hadn't told anyone, Julie sensed he was being held prisoner here. As someone who was raised in a crime family, he could read the tell-tale. The way he was being guarded with their eyes following every one of his movements explained it all. Even when he was called down for breakfast, the guards had watched him like a hawk, hence it was too real to be waved aside as a coincidence.

Anyway, he was not bothered by the vigilance knowing Niklaus would never harm him. Doing so would only set off a war between both families - a war that would not end well. Julie surmised this had to do with his engagement with Isabella - Niklaus was not stupid nor petty enough to imprison him just to keep him away from Anabelle. Niklaus is a busy man, you know.

A foot touched him, Julie frowned. Then he tactically looked down only to see Pedro and Isabella playing a game of tug beneath the table. Those two rascals. Can't they have decency at all!

Pedro was in hot trouble. Isabella was unrelenting and he didn't want to get on the bad side of Niklaus, not now their relationship had been patched a bit - that is if Niklaus found out. So he let her have her way just so peace could reign.