Chapter 636 - Six Hundred And Thirty-Six : Violence Was Cooking (1/2)

The third point of view:

Anabelle didn't need to drag Julie out of the club, she simply grabbed her phone, purse and took her leave and he followed after her without a second thought.

”Get in, I'll drive you,” Julie told her, knowing she was kind of pissed at him.

He didn't mean to be an ass but he didn't like that man called Alec. Julie had tracked her down to the club after he failed to meet up with the show. He didn't intend to miss the show but he was keeping Anabelle safe as one of his business associates had tried to threaten him with her.

So he ended up teaching the man a lesson that no one joked about what was important to him. Unfortunately, before Julie was done with his lessons, he was late and the show ended before his arrival.

It was at the club he then found her and at that moment heard loudly another male crushing on his woman - it didn't help matters that the asshole was handsome. What if Anabelle falls for his looks? He knew how stupid that sounded, but then, he couldn't help but get jealous. The thought of that man looking at Anabelle with affection stirred his blood.. He was the only one supposed to look at Anabelle that way.

It had taken Julie everything not to go over to the table and lift him up by his collar. But Anabelle saved his ass by heading to the restroom and he followed her closely without her even noticing. The skills of stealth were second nature to him.

For someone who claimed to be security conscious, Anabelle was completely oblivious to his presence - another reason he had to keep his enemies away. And then she smiled at the mirror and Julie didn't need a prophet to tell him she was thinking over those words from that asshole.

Julie knew Anabelle, after all, he dated her for twelve years and understood her like the back of his hands. Anabelle was blushing and it was not because of him but someone else.

At that moment, Julie realized what fear was - he was scared that Anabelle had really fallen for another person. So instead of being mad at her for thinking of another man, he was mad at himself for almost losing her.

And then he kissed her passionately in the restroom, as if trying to assure himself that she was still very much in love with him. Even when she struggled against him, he didn't want to let go, because he wanted to prove to her that he was the one for her.

”I don't need you driving me home,” Anabelle retorted, already heading to the spot where she parked her own car.

Julie didn't even say a word, he simply went over to Anabelle who stepped back from him. She yelped when Julie suddenly lifted her off her feet without warning and dropped her over his shoulder like a bag of rice.

”Julie!”

Anabelle screamed and tried to wriggle out of his tight grip but all he did was smack her on the bottom, ”Stay still,” He ordered her and that made her eyes widen as she began to curse at him.

”You f*cking son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you once you let me down, asshole!”

”So much better, you look hot when you swear,” He said, right before he dumped her in the front seat and got in before she could think of escaping.

Anabelle glared at Julie and for the second time in a day, he was giving her another reason to be pissed at him. Or maybe, this was all because she was already pissed at him. She just wanted space from him.

”Let me out!” She hissed at him through gritted teeth as the intensity in her gaze magnified.

”Move me,” Julie nonchalantly replied, eyes focused on the road knowing there was nothing she could do to him. When it came to show of strength, Anabelle didn't even hold a candle to him.

If it was Isabella, he would have second thoughts about locking them together else she causes them to have an accident. Who didn't know Isabella was crazy? But Anabelle was normal. He had nothing to worry about.

Anabelle was very, very angry. However, there was nothing she could do to escape him. Julie was stronger than her and would catch her even if she successfully slips out of here. But then, there was another thing she was good at and that was bothering one to death.

She huffed, ”So you think you've won, right? With your masculine toxicity?”

”I know what you're trying to do and trust me, it wouldn't work on me,” Julie looked at her, ”Have you forgotten that I know you for twelve years?”

Anabelle laughed, ”Thanks for that because that means you know what I look like when I'm angry,”

”Yeah, a tigress with sheathed claws. You're so cute, love,” He winked at her.