Chapter 623 - Six Hundred And Twenty-Three: An Appointment With Us
The third point of view:
Anabelle woke up with a fulfilled smile, she then reached out to the other side of the bed, expecting to feel someone. Sadly, her hand came up empty. Her brows creased and she opened them only to discover that Julie's side of the bed was empty. Her heart lurched at once, where had he gone?
She at once grabbed his oversized shirt by the side of the bed and put it on so she could go in search of him. However, before she could grab the doorknob, the door was opened, and there stood Alex, his assistant.
"Good morning miss, Anabelle, you're awake," He smiled at her.
"Stop calling me, Miss, Alex, it's embarrassing," Anabelle wanted to cringe. She then looked around and Alex answered her question as if he was on her mind.
"Boss left moments ago,"
Anabelle's jaw almost dropped, "He left without telling me?"
"I believe he didn't want to bother your beauty sleep,"
"Beauty sleep, my butt. I came all here for him and he leaves me standing!" Anabelle was angry and picked her phone to call him so she could give him a piece of her mind. How could he do this to her?
"I believe your call won't be able to connect. Boss is not exactly in a pleasant place,"
Anabelle's heart dropped when she heard that statement. He has gone for his usual business trips that always had her heart racing.
What if something happens to him? Anabelle has been thinking that way over the past five years after his grandfather George died and the family business was handed down to him.
A family of mobsters. It was funny how Anabelle was raised and surrounded by them yet she was still appalled by the violence. She didn't like it at all. But then if aunt Cecil could do it, she could as well - Anabelle kept telling herself.
"Then what are you still doing here?" Anabelle asked him, "Shouldn't you be there protecting him?"
"Boss has many of his men to protect him and he specifically told me to send you home safely,"
Anabelle rolled her eyes, Of course, protect her. Why does everybody think she was still that little girl who needed protection. Yes, she wasn't as strong as Isabella but she was better than before. Unfortunately, people were still stuck with that weak image of her.
Anabelle sighed.
"You must still be tired, have some more rest. We still have enough time before your show tonight," Alex mistook her sigh as exhaustion.
Anabelle was frustrated the more, why was everyone treating her like a baby? She was about to scream in an outburst when something hit her. She turned to Alex sharply," How did you know I had a show tonight?"
"Boss, keeps a tab on you," Was his expression.
"And?" Her expression turned hopeful.
"And he was hopeful to get to the show tonight which was why he left early for his business," Alex answered with a smile. Women were so easy to please.
At once, the scowl on Anabelle's face vanished, replaced by a boom. Julie was coming to her show? She was so happy. Oh, God! She had to prepare.
"I need to go! " Anabelle was in a hurry. She had to get home and pick the rest of her things.
"Like this?" Alex gestured to her appearance.
"Oh," Anabelle giggled sheepishly, finally realizing she had not observed her morning ritual.
Alex only shook his head and gave her the privacy she needed. Although he smiled on his way down, hoping to God that the couples lasted.
Something must be wrong with her, Anabelle wondered as she kept giggling and talking to herself in the bathroom.
She was just so happy. She and Julie hadn't had much time lately to spend time with each other, hence this was good news to her. Anabelle already had plans of what they would do together.
When she was done, Alex was there to take her back home. Anabelle didn't even have breakfast as she was just happy and couldn't wait for the sun to go down so the show could begin and she would dazzle Julie on the runway.
However, reality dawned on Anabelle as soon as she got home. She had slept over at Julie's place and her father was still somewhat strict about the both of them. Eden wouldn't do anything to her but the look in his eyes was something she would like to avoid. Her father was still not used to the fact that her baby girl - Anabelle - was no longer his alone.
So Anabelle shooed all the servants away and planned to tiptoe out of the foyer when Camille came into view saying, "The way you're sneaking in, one would think that you're a burglar instead of entering your father's house,"
Anabelle groaned, she was caught.
Camille had a bowl in her grip and she told Anabelle, "Come to the dining and have breakfast,"
"I'm not hungry..."
Anabelle was still saying when she met Camille's expression and gulped.
She paraphrased at once, "Yes mom," hightailing it to the dining room.
Camille was frightening at times. She should have been a major general in the military because her gaze alone was enough to make a man pee in his pants. Anabelle suddenly feared for her father, Eden.
Anabelle felt her father's stare on her as soon as she made it to the dining. She wanted to cringe, she might currently be independent but inwardly Anabelle was still daddy's girl - She was still not used to sleeping with her boyfriend behind daddy's back.
"Goodmorning father," She greeted him, refusing to meet his gaze. It was embarrassing.
"You were not home last night, " Eden said, then gulped down his water.
"Yes, I had to see Julie. The nature of my work makes it incredibly hard for us to meet so I made an appointment yesternight," she summoned all her courage to say that.
"Hmmm, an appointment?" Eden hummed.
"Yes," Anabelle said, picking on her food.
Camille didn't say anything, letting father and daughter continue with their awkward conversation.
"So, when is Julie planning on having an appointment with us?" Eden inquired.
"What?" Anabelle didn't understand him.
Eden frowned at her, "Aren't you both planning on getting married?"
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