As he sent Isabella to his room, Charles got down from his car, his mind racing.
Did Rodrigo Ordinaz decide to come to him instead? But he didn't have a wife yet like he requested.
Then Charles realized, he hadn't been bothered about his biological father matter since he met Isabella. Sure, he still planned to marry her. But not because of his father or any other reason.
As he got into the elevator where two women had earlier entered, he smiled.
He wanted to marry her because he wanted her. Nothing more.
Definitely, that alone came with its benefits.
As the lift tinged, he was brought out of his thoughts. He was closer to his father. Stepping out, his ears got filled with sounds from the women who he had paid no attention to.
For a second, he wondered why they decided to talk when he left. He definitely didn't hinder whatever conversation they could have been having.
That didn't bother him for long. As he stood in front of the
As Isabella entered the lift, she found it hard to shake off Charles's insistent gaze. It almost seemed like it was suggesting something."Hi," she simply said as she found her stance beside his tall figure."Isabella," he returned, his voice a bit thicker.The entire space wore awkwardness as she had no idea what to say next. And that was funny, she was certain she had many questions in her head before she pressed the elevator's button.So, her eyes didn't wander, they stayed glued on her blurred image ahead.Charles cleared his throat, chasing the silence away. Then, instantly, his arm circled her waist and he drew her closer to his side before she could react.Startled, she looked up at him and he greeted her with a smirk that stirred something within her. As his hand dug even more into her side in a gentle manner, she asked, her voice trying to hide her slight amusemen
"Charles wait," Isabella broke the long silence between them and put a stop to her steps as Charles made to open the door to his room.With worry, he asked, "Is something wrong?""No. Well..." Her fingers played with each other as her eyes bore an uncertain look. "Maybe."His legs changed position and he was gathering her arms into his hold in no time. "What is it Isabella?"She sighed. "I am just worried about your mother.""What?" Charles was almost laughing."I know she is doing things ridiculously, but I think she is just trying to look out for you. She certainly doesn't want you hurt.""Isabella..." He stood straighter. "Let me ask you a question. Are you ever going to hurt me?" She felt herself go pale at that question. Guilt coursed through her. "I am not referring to that time Bella, that was in the past."
"Is that all?" Charles asked Richard with a low voice so as to not wake Isabella who was still sleeping deeply.'I contacted Isabella's doctor already. His schedule is luckily not tight on the 27th, so he will be able to make it.'Charles wore a satisfactory smile. It was all coming together fine. "That's good. Did he mention anything else?"'Well...' Richard drew a long breath before going on. 'He did say his statement would most likely be disturbing.'Charles's legs danced a bit as his face wore a frown. "Disturbing?"'He is bound by an oath thus he can only make mention of it during the hearing.'"I see." Charles felt it was a shame he wouldn't be able to be at the hearing.'One more thing.'"What about?"'Gabriel. There is something about him Augustus just discovered.' It then occurred t
Isabella had dreamt about her father. And she found that odd. But what felt odder as her eyes opened slowly was the realization that it was the first time in a while that she was seeing his face.A small sigh left her as she sat up. After scanning the room for some seconds, Isabella pondered on whether her father once felt guilty for marrying her off in that manner.The man she always knew would be.But with certain words flying around and the manner with which he left her ... she had to think otherwise.And that made her heart ache. That the only parent she had would be so double faced made her quite sad.But then... he really was the only one she had for a long time. A mother she never knew and her father hated the idea of nannies, so he single handedly raised her to a certain point despite his crazy schedules.And that was one of the re
Charles felt good, yet quite uncomfortable. As he yanked his arms which seemed very apart, he felt slightly, a sharp pain and a metallic sound. Almost frowning, he wondered what was going on.Besides, he also felt stripped. He could feel cool air coming unto manhood. With the aim of leaving his semi-conscious state and ridding himself of the discomfort, he made to get up but it was all in his head.His body never left the bed.What was going on? He wondered. Was he dreaming?As questions flooded his mind, he felt warm hands on his thickness and as they rubbed through, he felt so good. Then it dropped. Was Isabella playing some kind of sexual game with him?It was rather too early for that kind of thing as she didn't appear to be stable enough for extremity. But if she really wanted it... why not?As his mind wandered some more in his state which he still coul
Isabella felt her heart against her chest. It hurt as it kept trying to jump out. Stopping her steps which had brought her really farther from his room, she begged her heart to stop pounding so much.But her mind added salt to the wound and replayed the image she earlier saw. He had told his secretary to stay still. Was that how it was?He helped her out with assurance of marriage when infact he had his secretary to fuck as he pleased?But why?With what she saw, his help from all these days looked so dubious. A lot.Was that his form of revenge? If it was, it was hurting so much and she never saw herself feeling that way.But then, could she really complain? He probably felt pained years ago when the woman he loved didn't show up for their wedding ceremony. She guessed it was even.But still... as her chest pained some
It still bothered Charles that Miss Kane would stupidly act the way she did. While she had the chance to always seduce him to the fullest, she did nothing but drop hints.So, why? Why would she at that moment, take such a crazy step?He could not help but eventually link it all to his mother. And if his suspicion was right, then, he was nothing but disappointed in the woman who gave birth to him.The almost empty cup in his hold soon became a medium for instigating more thoughts. As the tip of his index finger played around the rim, he felt a light tap on his shoulder."Richard," he acknowledged the man who walked to the seat opposite him and warmed the cushioned chair with his stylish clothing."Why did you seem so deep in thought? Did something happen?"Charles almost smiled. Richard never failed to read his emotions and mood right. It was one of the reason
"How long have you known the couple Mr. Godfrey?" As one of the men asked, Isabella eyes trained on the man who was a little on the chubby side. He looked familiar, but she really couldn't place his face."For about a year now.""A year... And whom did you have a relationship with?""Gabriel.""How would you describe Gabriel's attitude towards his wife?""He is usually good to her. Sometimes, when I come over to their place, he makes me so jealous because there are times he would cook for her and make her feel loved even while she did nothing.""What if that was just a show?""A show?" As Mr. Godfrey snickered, Isabella instantly recalled where she had met him. He was the drunk guy from the time she told Gabriel she was leaving him. "Even in public, he never failed to show how much he loved her."Isabella could