" Guess what Derick,?" Isabella asked, pulling away and holding him by his fingers tips and turned herself round and embraced him again.
Derick chuckled. Guess? That's something he is not good at. In fact he doesn't guess. Is either he knows it or doesn't have an idea.
He looked at her, trying to read her thoughts but Isabella turned and hugged him from behind. She was hiding herself from him, she can predict it already that he would get the answers from her thoughts.
" Well I am not good at guessing. You can be nice enough to just spew the beans. What's the use of buying time unnecessarily?" Derick teased, placing his hand on hers.
"Ok I will tell you any ways. Mum said she would be discussing with Dad ab
Isabella's authority prevailed and Derick stayed behind. He was angry and walked out on her, went and find a suitable place to sit in the garden.Derick remained there, unhappy with Isabella's unwillingness to understand him when he heard the noise of Fred Wilson's return. He was startled by the noise and he gradually stood up.He perceived his mother's scent. But his father's was dominant. It could only be explained that his father was somewhere nearby but his mother and sister were a bit far.Why is his father there? Oh perhaps as a prisoner. He doesn't want to see him, see his humiliation, shame and his present predicament.He is more interested in finding his mother. He wants to meet her and Laura and get th