Taming A Billionaire - Chapter 719

The third point of view:

It was almost eleven in the night before Anabelle could get in the hospital and it was all because of a certain gangster named Julie. He had told her to show him some love and so she decided to do it with him once, but that asshole took advantage of everything and they went as far as three rounds! God, she was so sour!

“You forgot this,” Julie thrust out a waterproof bag with one of his legs outside the car.

At once, Anabelle who had planned to leave without glancing at him had no choice but to turn back because she recognized what he was talking about.

With a frown, she stomped back and snatched the bag from his grip, still avoiding his gaze. Just because he bought her two jumbo size ice-cream doesn’t mean that she forgave him.

“You should stop being angry, love, it doesn’t fit you at all,” Julie chuckled, “Moreover, didn’t you enjoy it as well?”

At once Anabelle went red in the face and she turned to glare at Julie. That shameless man! How could he!

“Be prepared, I’m taking you home first thing tomorrow morning,” His eyes held a naughty glint.

“Or maybe I won’t have to wait long since there’s a possibility of Isabella kicking you out tonight,” Julie had everything planned out.

“Don’t jinx my luck!” She warned, wagging her finger at him. Then with a huff, she turned dramatically and walked away.

“Yeah, baby, swig that ass for me!” Julie hollered after her, drawing stares from passersby.

Anabelle was embarrassed to death, Julie would be the death of her. She at once covered her face with her palm and went down the lobby.

Anabelle went into the elevator that took to the fifth floor and walked out when she reached it. However, her steps slowed down when she heard two nurses gossiping a few meters away from her. Their backs were turned to her and they were so engrossed in their conversation they didn’t notice her.

“Poor man, I heard he’s been here the whole day,” one of them said which made Anabelle’s brows furrow.

Who were they talking about? She wanted to lean over and look at who they were peeping at since it was the corner of the hallway, however, doing so would alert them and Anabelle wanted to hear the rest of their gossip. So she let them be.

“Really?” the other one said, “That’s shocking. How could she do that to her fiancé?”

Fiancé?

Anabelle’s brows furrowed the more, why does it feel like she knew who they were talking about?

The other nurse who seems to be a loudmouth went on, “She’s way past discharge already but she insists on being in the room all alone. Just because she has the money? Rich people are so annoying! I get that she fought with her fiancé, but why bring it here? How could she be so cruel to him?”

“Because it’s obviously not your business,”

“Ahh!” Both nurses were startled when the voice came from behind.

It wasn’t hard for Anabelle to figure out who and what they were talking about since Isabella’s room was located on this floor. The “he” they were talking about could only be Pedro since he was the only one stupid enough to hover around an angry Isabella. Well, she must be stupid as well since she’s planning a sleepover with an angry Isabella.

“You two,” There was a sinister glint in Anabelle’s gaze as she stared down at them.

Both nurses gulped down a lump in their throat fearfully. Anabelle was a famous figure and they all knew she was related to Isabella. In one word, they were finished.

Anabelle placed her hand on the wall beside her and leaned closer, saying, “You seem to have a lot of free time in your hand?”

“No ma’am,” Both said in a chorus. They were shaking because they knew their future was in the hands of Anabelle right now because she had the power to get them fired.

Anabelle said in a low, cold tone, “If any weird rumors surface, I believe I’ll hold you two responsible,”

“Of course not, ma’am,” They were quick to say. Were they crazy? Why would they do that now they were caught?

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” Anabelle then stood straight, “Vanish from my sight this instant!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Both of them didn’t need a prophet to tell them twice as they quickly scurried away. That was close.

However, as soon as they left, Anabelle broke into a victory dance. God, she looked so cool saying that! But then she remembered what she was here for and quickly composed herself. She can’t get carried away.

Anabelle cleared her throat and then stepped out into the open and didn’t even get to take two steps when she halted in her tracks. What the hell?! The nurses were not kidding.

Pedro was on the floor beside Isabella’s door and he was still in the same clothing from yesterday. His hair was disheveled as if he had run his hand through it a million times while his eyes were red and wild with thoughts. Pedro seems to be losing it.

At once, Anabelle was filled with sympathy for Pedro’s condition. He was going through a tough time right now and knowing how stubborn Isabella was, Anabelle could safely say this was just the beginning of his sorrows.

As a child, Isabella was never empathetic having grown around a crazy mother who only filled her head with thoughts of revenge against her father. Isabella grew up selfish, manipulative, sarcastic, and distrustful.

But then it wasn’t until Maya that Isabella began to feel emotions. She began to trust, but a few people and all of them, Isabella gave the most to Pedro. Sadly, the one she trusted most was the one who failed her rock bottom.

It would only take the grace of God for Isabella to look him in the face, not to talk of being with him. Anabelle groaned, did she forget the part where their rehearsal dinner was just three days away.

God, this was fucked up.