Taming A Billionaire

Chapter 377 - Three Hundred And Seventy-seven: Friends, Are We?

Chapter 377 - Three Hundred And Seventy-seven: Friends, Are We?

The third point of view:

"How do you feel babe?" Isabella asked, leaning against the restroom door with a concerned look. She didn't mean to upset his stomach, she had wanted him to enjoy her food cooked with love.

"Like my anus is on fire," He groaned in response from the toilet.

"Take it easy please," Isabella pleaded, wishing there was a way she could wave a magic ward and end the misery - she put him in.

Her heart felt like someone had squeezed it tight, this was the first time she was this worried about someone.

She checked her phone, it was almost an hour since he went in. It had been quite an effort getting him back to the base since he literally stools almost every five minutes.

"I'm so sorry," Isabella told him sincerely. If only there was a way she could somehow take his place.

"It's alright," Pedro said from inside, "I know it's not your fault nor did you want it to end this way. You just wanted a romantic date,"

Isabella smiled, of course, Pedro was always warm and understanding - he was the opposite of her. That was what attracted her to him; she was curious about his innocence. How could someone be so grown and yet so gullible - she had thought.

Pedro was tall, handsome, and well-built. To be honest, he looked like your everyday attractive high-school sweetheart as described in teen novels yet turns out to be nothing but a jock. With seven years gone, Isabella had thought he would change and become a bully like the popular kids at school do, who knew he grew up more compassionate and sweet - Cecil did a good job with him.

"I'm not cooking after this," Isabella promised him

"ThankGod," He sounded relieved but somehow that comment hurt Isabella because she had been hoping to do something different for him.

But it seems Pedro was not through with his words.

"I would have said so but you've shown interest in cooking already, it would be a shame to stop halfway,"

A glimmer of hope erupted in Isabella's heart, what could he be suggesting.

"So I'll simply teach you how to cook. We'd make it our date and have so much fun together," He told her.

"Really?"

"Of course," He quickly added, "But that would be after extinguishing the fire in my anus,"

The both of them chuckled and after that, silence reigned. Although her legs ached, Isabella refused to sit and waited patiently. Moments later, she heard a click and the door opened to reveal Pedro.

She stood to her full height abruptly, "Are you okay now?"

"I think I can sit now without returning to the toilet a second later," He tried not to amuse Isabella but the whole thing was funny hence he couldn't stop the soft chuckle that escaped her lips - a peal of laughter that blessed his heart.

"You should rest," Isabella helped him to the bed and began to tuck him in.

"You're treating me like a baby," Pedro claimed, with her whole gentle demeanor.

This was not her and Pedro couldn't believe he was asking for her old self back when he had asked for this side for a long time. He means, seeing this soft side of hers was refreshing, but it feels misfit. He was now accustomed to the fierce Isabella.

And yes, Isabella gave him a flirty answer, "Because you're my baby," she looked him straight in the eyes asking, "Aren't you my baby?"

"A-hem!" Pedro coughed and looked away as his face heated up, this was so embarrassing. Even without saying it out loud, Isabella was the dominant person in this relationship and no matter how he tries, he feels like he's being treated as her girlfriend.

Suddenly there came a knock on the door and Isabella thinking it was his Mother Cecil who had come to see her son, said, "Come in,"

However, her face distorted the instant?she saw it was none other than Olivia, "What are you doing here?" She faced her immediately.

"I heard about what happened," Olivia said.

"So?" Isabella wrapped her arm against her chest, "Are you here to laugh at me or to argue how much better you would be as his girlfriend?"

"If it was possible, I would have done that, but then I have my pride," Olivia frowned, seeming offended by her comment, "And look, I'm sorry for what happened between us, can we please start over,"

"Start over as what?"

"Friends,"

Isabella chuckled mockingly when she heard that, her hand went to her mouth stifling the laughter, "I'm sorry but I don't become friends with people who almost stole my boyfriend. I don't trust you,"

"Neither do I trust you either," She said to Isabella's surprise.

"What?"

"You look like the type who would kill one for just looking his way," She gestured to Pedro with a dip of her head.

"But then," Olivia went on, "That's what would make us great friends, we know the limitations and lines each of us shouldn't cross, what did you say then?"

Isabella was in deep thought, what Olivia says does make sense, but then, she wasn't big on making friends. It seems Pedro must have sensed her intention because the moment she tried to open her mouth to tell the girl she wasn't interested in friendship - she was better off without her - Pedro tugged her hand and looked at her with those big puppy eyes.

"Ugh," She groaned, running her hand through her hair, "I hate you, do you know that?"

Pedro grinned at her, "I know," yet she leaned down to kiss him on the lips as Olivia turned the other way scratching the back of her head, this was awkward.

"I'll leave you so you could have some rest," Isabella patted him on the chest, he nodded and she rose to her feet.

"What?" Olivia asked with the kind of look she was giving her.

"Lead the way, do you think I'm about to leave you with my boyfriend," Isabella told her straight-faced.

Olivia rolled her eyes, mumbling under her breath, "So much for trusting her," Fine she couldn't blame her anyway, she had tried to snatch her boyfriend once. However, no matter how insane she was, she would not force herself on a guy head over heels in love with another girl - she had thought Pedro had been bluffing then to avoid her.

"So, what do you want me to get for you as the first sign of our friendship?" Isabella asked the girl as soon as they were out.

Olivia looked at Isabella as if she was an alien, "Get me something? As in a gift? Why would you buy me a gift?"

"Don't friends buy each other stuff?" Isabella asked, perplexed.

"Of course, they do but that shouldn't be the first step in their relationship…." Olivia paused, realizing something. She turned to Isabella questioningly, "Have you had friends before?"

"Of course," Isabella proudly announced.

"Who?"

"My cousin, Anabelle, and Pedro,"

"No, I mean, aside from family members,"

This time, the proud look was gone from Isabella's face, now relaxed by a nervous one, "No?"

Olivia burst into laughter, "You can't be serious!"

"Are you done?" Isabella's expression changed. What was so funny about her not having friends? Not that one of the so-called friends dared to approach her anyway. The few who bravely tried lasted just a few hours after she sorted out their intention in being friends with her, they had run off with their tails between their legs afterward.

"Don't worry," Olivia wrapped her arm around her shoulder, "I'll educate you adequately," She began to lead her away until they came into the foyer to see a slight commotion.

"Did someone come?" Olivia pulled away from Isabella, going to investigate the reason for the sudden crowd.

"Who's that woman?" Isabella pointed at the unfamiliar lady.

"Who?" Olivia inched her head to get a look, but her face changed afterward when she caught a glimpse of the woman.

"Who's that?" Isabella asked her after the change in her expression.

"My mother,"