Chapter Two Hundred And Seventy-one: Grown up

The third point of view

"Where is Anabelle?" Isabella's brow raised when she discovered she had not logged in. They promised to video chat by this time.

"Ooh, Izzy, don't tell me you're concerned about Anabelle. You've grown soft," Pedro teased her on purpose.

"I have not gone soft, I just don't need her disturbing me later for details," there was a crease on her face.

"Well, Anabelle is asleep so you don't have to worry," He answered.

Isabella's brow raised at that answer, she folded her arms with her signature interrogative look, "How do you know she's asleep?"

Pedro was taken aback by the promptness of the question, he had forgotten how sharp the girl could be. 

He and Anabelle had an intense argument concerning the lies she told Isabella.

Flashback: 

"What was that lie about?" he was pissed 

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say that but I had to,"