Chapter 720 - Seven Hundred And Twenty: Draw Isabella Out
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.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Oh," Anabelle got it. Pedro was seeing her as Isabella. How was he so enchanted with Isabella? Also, he's never drinking - at least, not with her around.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! I never wanted to sleep with her! Can't you see how sorry I am already?!" He wailed.
Before Anabelle could even respond, Pedro drew her into a hug. It was really awkward because she was in a weird position and it was straining on her back.
"Hey, Pedro!" Anabelle tried to wriggle out of his embrace but he only tightened his grip around her.
"Why can't you forgive me? What should I do to make you see how sorry I am? Do you think it was easy hiding the truth from you? Each time you smiled at me only to remember what I'm hiding from you, I died inside. It was so suffocating, I couldn't breathe, Isabella! But then, what do you want me to do? I just didn't want you to get hurt," Pedro rested his hand on her shoulder and began to cry.
Anabelle was prepared to push him away but when his tears fell on her shoulder, her heart broke right away. Anabelle wore her heart on a sleeve hence it wasn't hard for tears to course down her cheeks.
"Isabella, how could you be so cold-hearted! Even I could feel his sincerity from here, not to talk of you. Aren't you supposed to be the one who knows him best?!" Anabelle shouted at the door while still in Pedro's embrace. The door wasn't soundproof and she knew Isabella could hear them and perhaps, has been following their conversation all along.
But then, just as she expected, there was no response from Isabella. Anabelle snorted, just as she expected, she was the legendary cold witch.
"I get you're angry but talk to him for fuck same. If you don't want him anymore, then you let you go after telling him the secret you're keeping from him or I'll help you do the work," Anabelle threatened her but of course, Isabella didn't respond. She knew she was bluffing.
The scene of Pedro hugging Anabelle was what Julie saw and his jaw ticked as he strode over to them. While Isabella was extremely possessive of Pedro, Julie was extremely possessive of Anabelle.
He ripped Anabelle from him with a great force that shoved Pedro back to the ground.
"Did he do anything to you?" Julie checked her carefully, concern written all over his face.
"You didn't have to push him that roughly!" Anabelle complained and was just about to help the figure she thought was on the floor when Pedro threw himself on Julie.
"Isabella!" Pedro cupped Julie's face, "Why can't you forgive me?"
"Hey! Hey! Let go!" Julie found him as annoying as a bug however the persistent fly aka Pedro (in Julie's thought) held onto his face.
"What do you want me to do for you to forgive me? Should I rip out my heart and serve it to you in a platter?"
"Sure, do that. I'm sure Isabella would appreciate it," Julie retorted emotionlessly.
"Hey!" how could he say that? Anabelle was just about to scold her Fiance when she saw him wink at her and she understood his intentions immediately.
He was trying to draw Isabella out.
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