Chapter 715 - Seven Hundred And Fiften: Keeping Secrets From Her (2/2)

Not less than a minute after she left, Julie said as well, ”Excuse me,” and headed in the direction that Anabelle followed.

Eden and Camille's gaze connected but none of them said anything. It was common for young people to have quarrels and it was better they resolved it amongst themselves without interference from parents.

Anabelle leaned over the sink in her bathroom and began to splash her face with water, thereby cleaning up the little makeup she had applied on her way to meet her parents.

After that, she stared at her reflection in the mirror, the water dripping down her face as she didn't bother to wipe her face with a towel. She was fucking mad at Julie right now and it was taking her everything not to combust. To blow up at him.

After she had come to know of Pedro's shocking revelation, she had been expecting Julie to tell her as well as his partner and future wife but he remained mum. How could he keep that secret from her? Doesn't he trust her or what? Or does he think she's a blabbermouth like the rest of them think?

She could keep secrets, you know! The only reason he had come to know about Isabella having a baby was because she was comfortable with him. Unlike what people thought, people who saw Isabella for the first time would think she was a snob since she's unresponsive and detached at the first meeting. It wasn't until more encounters that one would realize she was fun to be with, unlike Isabella who was indifferent thoroughly - there was no filter when it comes to her.

In one word you would have to be on the same emotional level with Anabelle before she spills the beans, and it depends on who and how. Just like with Julie, she was sincere, and comfortable and did she forget to add that she was happy at the moment she told him. But now, she was contemplating on withdrawing that privilege from him. If he could hide a secret like this from her, who knows what else he's hiding from her?

Anabelle was staring intently at the mirror when a figure suddenly came into view and that ruined her peaceful moment. She sighed and straightened at once, turning to face him.

Julie didn't say a word, he just stared at his fiancée who stared back at him with an accusing look in her eyes.

”What is wrong with you?” He asked her, running his hand through his hair, ”I'm really trying to understand you, Anabelle. Wasn't this marriage what you wanted or was it wrong of me to initiate dinner with your parents?”

”You're even far from the equation,” Anabelle retorted under her breath.

”What?” Julie didn't hear her clearly.

Anabelle didn't answer him, rather proceeded to walk past him, however, Julie reached out and grabbed her arm. She glanced down at his arm and then back at his face saying through gritted teeth, ”Trust me, you don't want to do this here,”

Then she pulled her arm out of his grip and he let her, Anabelle then walked out on him.

Julie sighed, left alone for him, he wouldn't leave her until she told him what he did wrong but like she said, this wasn't the place - it would be disrespectful to her parents to fight at their place.