"What the fuck, man?" Christian became defensive, shielding Isabelle from his father. He pulled her behind him, widening his stance as his nostrils began to flare."Disrupted your little kissing session?" The man nonchalantly asked, closing the door with his foot."What now?" Christian's chest rose, his breath coming in and out in short puffs. Isabelle peered at the older man, placing her hand on Christian's clothed bicep to calm him. "Your mother won't stop pestering to see you." Christian tensed further, his jaw clicking. Isabelle felt his bicep harden further, so she began rubbing the spot. Christian gritted his teeth, staring straight at his father."I told you I don't care." He sneered, holding his burning gaze."Do you remember what we talked about three weeks ago?" The older man with silver hair asked, throwing a glance at Isabelle. To some extent, she felt like he was referring to her. She couldn't shake off that feeling when Christian hesitated to reply, tilting his head to

"I knew it!" Isabelle jumped up excitedly while Christian stood unmoving, eyes void of any emotion. Her anger had dissipated that instant, replaced by an excitement she couldn't quite explain. Sean's hand was still on the back of Dion's head, but both of them had tilted their faces to look at Isabelle."Uh oh." Dion muttered when his gaze landed on Christian. Sean looked past Isabelle, at his friend, whose face depicted nothing. It all happened in seconds, but the time seemed to have frozen around the four of them. Then Christian broke the bubble and walked, his leather shoes tapping on the tiled floor as he passed them."Go on." Dion urged Sean when he seemed confused on whether to follow Christian to his office. With a long loud intake of air, Sean went after Christian, leaving a beaming Isabelle and a shying Dion in the hallway.Sean pushed the door open forcefully before Christian could lock it manually. They had been friends for so long that Sean was able to tell when Christian w

Two weeks after Christian found out that Sean and Dion were dating, Isabelle had insisted on resuming work. During that time, her mother had called her severally, but every time she would ignore it. She was put back at the ER, and was doing shifts after shifts. In those fourteen days she barely had time to spend with her boyfriend. At the end of the second week Isabelle had a two day off, but opted not to tell Christian."Belle!" Dion shot up from his chair when Isabelle made an appearance. She was quick to place her index finger on her lips, silencing him."He doesn't know you're here, does he?" Dion whispered as the two lovingly hugged. "It's a surprise." Isabelle confirmed, pulling away from the hug."god I missed you." Dion smiled, holding her right hand."I missed you too, so much." She returned his smile with her own. They talked everyday via the phone, mostly through texts when she wasn't working, but they still yearned to see each other. In all honesty, the two of them clicke

"Your mother has been constantly coming over, demanding to see you." Isabelle's hand holding a glass of cold orange juice froze in front of her mouth."What do you mean has? "She doesn't even know your place of work." "My company's advertised all over, babe; of course she knows." "The security wouldn't let her past the lobby though, so I didn't really get to see her." Isabelle's hands finally stirred, placing the glass back on the counter. "Did she say why she wanted to see me?" "She has been constantly calling me, but I never answer; I have nothing to say to her." She sighed, remembering how her mother had reacted when she found out about her pregnancy. "She did, yesterday. When they wouldn't let her in, she was dragged out screaming that she had something important to tell you about your father." Christian hadn't planned to tell Isabelle about the visits, but when her mother mentioned her father, he knew she had to know."That's unlike my mother; she would never do anything to ga

"Is your mother capable of committing murder?" The detective asked, looking at Isabelle to read her reaction. They were still outside Isabelle's house after the detectives combed the scene. Several media houses were covering everything live, and the police officers were controlling a crowd that had formed. "No, and why are you asking if the man is still alive?" Isabelle answered, leaning on Christian's side. She was physically and emotionally utterly exhausted; she couldn't explain the turmoil she was in. She didn't know what to feel or how to react anymore."We need you to come down to the station for a formal interrogation." Isabelle swallowed, looking at the ambulances, private cars, news vans, and patrol cars that were packed down the street in front of her parent's house. "If I may, officer. Isabelle has had a very tiring day; she needs to rest for tonight." Christian stated sternly, holding the officer's gaze. It was already dark, and Isabelle just wanted to take a shower, ea