Chapter 720 - Seven Hundred And Twenty: Draw Isabella Out (1/2)

The third point of view:

Anabelle walked over to Pedro and it wasn't until she squatted down in front of him that he recognized that someone was present.

”Anabelle,” Pedro's voice was husky and he readjusted himself on the floor.

”Come on, let's take you home,” Anabelle said and grabbed his hand, trying to pull him up but he wriggled out of it.

”No, let me go! I want Isabella!” Pedro said stubbornly and it was at that moment that his breath hit her and Anabelle winced.

”Eww, did you drink?” Anabelle pinched her nose while the other swatted at the polluted air.

In response, Pedro grinned sheepishly, ”Yes, I did,”

”Oh my God,” Anabelle was filled with dismay. Pedro never drinks, at least, since that day they mistakenly took one when they were kids or for work purposes. For Pedro to have taken this much, he was really heartbroken.

God, of all people he had to fall for, why was it her cold-blooded cousin, Isabella? Tsk Tsk, the saying that opposite attracts was really true. Isabella and Pedro don't match at all. They were just like fire and ice yet against all odds, they seem to find a neutral ground until now.

”Ugh!” Anabelle was really frustrated. Why were other people's relationship affecting her this much? She and Julie were just got in between and it was really annoying because they couldn't walk away.

”I always wondered why people are so interested in that bitter stuff but I guess it's because it makes one HAPPY!” Pedro shouted drunkenly to Anabelle's shock.

That's it, Anabelle decided she can't deal with this any longer. So she whipped out her phone right away and called Julie, hoping that he hasn't gone away as he promised.

”I need help,” Anabelle said as soon as he picked up knowing Julie was smug now and must be thinking she was calling so he could take her home.

”Help?” Julie's tone turned serious at once, having thought that something happened to her.

”Pedro is dead ass drunk,”

”Okay - wait, what?” There was a trace of amusement in his tone, ”That's new,”

”It's not funny,” Anabelle told him, ”You have a minute to appear here or I'm calling a handsome guy on my contact list to come to take me,”

”You won't dare-!”

Anabelle hung up on him with a smirk. She had done it to him on purpose to teach him a lesson. How could he still laugh when his friends were in this condition - well, not that he would acknowledge that Isabella was his friend. He and Isabella were more of Tom and Jerry.

”Isabella,”

”Huh?” Anabelle was startled when Pedro turned her face, cupping her cheeks with his palms.

”What?” Her speech turned out funny due to the way he was holding her face.