Chapter 470 - Four Hundred And Seventy: I Don't Love Players
The third point of view:
"Who the hell dares to -!"
When the both of them saw George standing at the doorway, he looked like the devil himself. His expression was unreadable and Anabelle knew that juncture that they were in great trouble.
"What in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ is going on here?" The old man asked as if he hadn't seen everything with his own eyes.
However, Julie quickly said to him, "Grandfather, I can explain -"
"Explain what?!" The old man didn't even give him the chance to explain himself, "That I caught you messing around with your fiancée's cousin?!"
At the mention of "fiancée," Anabelle felt a sudden stab in her chest. How was she going to prove to the old man that she loved Julie when he was taken with Isabella already? How was she going to change his mind about the both of them?
Anabelle took a deep breath and said nevertheless," Sir, I can explain. Julie and I love each other,"
When George didn't reply, Anabelle thought he understood, until he raised a question out of nowhere, "What do you know about love?"
Anabelle gulped, thinking of it, what does she even know about love? But then, she knew one thing, she wasn't giving Julie up.
"Grandfather," Julie spoke up this time, "It's the truth, I love Anabelle, not Isabella. Please, don't break us -"
"Shut up!" the man barked at him with a furious gaze, "You were fooling me all this time,"
"I didn't mean to, father. It just sort of happened between us. None of us saw it coming. Surely, you must understand since you shared the same thing with grandmother,"
"Shut up!" George's face hardened instantly. It seemed as if Julie just made everything worse with that comment. He sneered, "Don't you dare compare the great love I had with your late grandmother with this feeling of youthful lust and conceitedness,"
George went on, "What do you young people of this age know about love with your raging hormone, if not the great need to get into a woman's pant and the woman, of course, offering her body without shame,"
Anger boiled in Julie's veins and for the first time, he growled at his grandfather, "Anabelle is not a slut!"
Anabelle wanted to be grateful to Julie for defending her, but with the tension escalating between grandfather and grandson, she didn't want to be a part of it. She didn't want to be the reason Julie was on bad terms with his family.
But then, she couldn't say the word, why does she have to sacrifice her emotions all the time? No, this time she had to fight for the man she loved instead of giving him up easily like the coward she was, previously. It was time to work out her happiness.
"Also," Anabelle added after Julie, "Your son doesn't even love Isabella,"
"And it's you he loves?" George was amused yet no trace of laughter entered his eyes. It was sarcastic.
"Yes," Anabelle took Julie's hands and intertwined them together, "We don't know what the future holds nor do we know anything about love as you claimed, but I'm sure as hell that we're happy with each other. Is there any better feeling than that?"
For a moment there, Anabelle thought they had won when George didn't say a word. But the next they heard was,
"Guards! "
Uh no, Anabelle became nervous, this was not looking good. Although she knew George wouldn't hurt her considering his relationship with her family - he wouldn't want to offend them - there was no guarantee that he wouldn't hurt Julie. The worst? He might keep him from seeing her.
"Oh my God," It dawned on Annabelle what she was about to lose.
On cue, one of George's security detail came in, the man ordered, "Take her away,"
"Don't you dare!" Julie warned the guard, chest heaving from rage as he hid Anabelle behind him. No one was taking Anabelle from him. His grandfather might be the one in charge here, but he had authority as well.
"If you want to take her, you would have to go through me first," Julie threatened, positioning his body in a fighting stance. He was going to fight for the girl he loved, even if that meant going against his grandfather.
However, the old man merely rolled his eyes in boredom, as if viewing Julie's actions as a child throwing a tantrum. George clicked his hand and three other men entered the room.
With just a gesture from the old man, all of the men walked over to them as Julie charged at his grandfather's men as well like a bull who had a red fabric flashed at his face.
Julie attacked furiously with punches and kicks and at the same time, keeping them from grabbing her. At that moment, Anabelle felt useless. She couldn't help him fight. Maybe George was right, she was not worth Julie. If it was Isabella, she would have found a way to settle all of this. Perhaps, Julie needed someone as strong as Isabella to be with him.
With that thought in mind, Anabelle stepped out of Julie's protection.
"What are you doing?" Julie was confused when Anabelle moved from behind him and thanks to the distraction, he forgot he was in the middle of a fight, he received a punch on the face.
Anabelle felt her heartbreak at the sight, yet she made up her mind. It was now or never.
"You should stop fighting. Your grandfather is right, I'm not worth it?"
"Shut up!" Julie growled and grabbed her hand, pulling her to him, "Don't ever say that. You're good for me just the way you are,"
The men tried to attack again but George gestured to them to stop having sensed where this was heading. It seems the girl was smarter than he thought.
Anabelle pushed him away, "Why are you being so protective suddenly. We hardly even dated for a week and you think you love me,"
"I loved you even before we started dating, Anabelle. I just didn't see it," Julie confessed, tucking away the strand of hair in the way.
Anabelle was moved by his words yet she didn't show it. The girl didn't want him to get hurt, so she lied, "I'm sorry but I don't love players. I don't want to get my heart broken,"
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