Chapter 653 - Six Hundred And Fifty-Three: His Wife (1/2)

The third point of view:

Isabella knew Pedro was romantic but he really went all out on their date tonight. He emptied a high-end restaurant for the duration of their date. Not that she was complaining, Isabella naturally enjoyed a quiet and peaceful ambiance since she he had a habit of figuring out people hence she hated working her brains all the time.

The waiters were all on standby and their table was lavish and beautiful as it was decorated with candle lights and flowers. It was as if she was staring at something out of a cheesy movie - and that was not her type of date. This was something Anabelle would like, she concluded.

However, Isabella was not complaining, Pedro had made time out of his busy schedule to prepare this great date, the least she could do was to enjoy it. Moreover, she was curious to know what was so interesting about this kind of date.

Pedro was dressed impeccably as usual. He wore a crisp white shirt that had not even a trace of wrinkles and the three top buttons were left open giving her a peak view of his taut chest.

Isabella readjusted her position on her seat feeling quite uncomfortable somewhere but it was nothing she couldn't handle. However, she chuckled inwardly, Pedro was trying really hard. She was not a fool to think he forgot to button up; he was trying to seduce her.

He still had not come to terms with her ”no intimacy between them until our wedding night,” rule. Pedro thought she had been joking and intentionally gave in the first night and then attempted the second night, only to get disappointed. She wouldn't even be surprised if this sudden date was all part of a big plan to get into her tonight. It's quite unlucky he would only get disappointed.

Not thwarted by his sly advances, Isabella continued to drink in the sight of her fiancée. His blonde hair was brushed to his nape today, emphasizing his strong jawline and cheekbones. This was once a boy she had known with his adorable cheeks and innocent blue eyes, but now, he was a man and all hers.

”A penny for your thought,” Pedro said, breaking her trance.

She interlocked her fingers and leaned her jaw on it saying, ”Admiring God's finest creature, am I not permitted to do so?”

”Really?” Pedro chuckled, mirth in his eyes as he took a sip of his wine, unlike his fiancée who opted for water instead. They were enjoying their first course and Isabella had done more staring than eating.

”Yes,” she took a deep breath, ”And you can keep staring at my boobs, it's all yours,” she stated proudly just as Pedro took another sip, looking away this time.

Yes, just like Pedro, she was prepared as well. What was the saying again? Ahh, two can play the game, can't they?

Isabella was wearing a printed deep v-neck blouse with sleeves and paired with her purple cargo Pants and sneakers while her hair was pulled into a ponytail revealing her long and delicate neck that Pedro hadn't been able to take his eyes off - aside from her boobs of course.

As if that wasn't enough, she wore a pendant that dangled on her cleavage and would swing across from time to time whenever she moved, as if tempting Pedro to come to get it.

Sigh, Isabella was a great temptress.

Isabella smirked at the blush that crept up Pedro's face upon her statement. It was cute.

”Fine, you win,” Pedro said and moved to button up his shirt but Isabella stopped him.

”Don't disrupt the great view,” She smirked, ”It's a healthy dose to my imagination,”

Pedro rolled his eyes and then pulled out his handkerchief, and stood up from his seat. Getting to her, he leaned down and used the handkerchief to cover her exposed cleavage.