Under His Protection

Immediately the cab came to a halt, Isabella came down and started walking straight towards the door, all she wanted at that moment was to have some rest to help her forget about all that had happened earlier.

“Excuse me!” the cab man shouted trying to get Isabella’s attention but she wasn’t responding, he had to use his car horn.

Hearing the sound, Isabella became confused as to why he was horning, but she had forgotten to pay the man because she had hurriedly run out of her mother’s house.

“I truly apologize,” Isabella said in her calm voice, as the cab man drove away she turned and continued as she walked towards the door but suddenly stopped.

She had seen another car parked aside from Vincent’s, she wondered if it was his mom’s, meeting with Vincent’s mother was something Isabella wouldn’t want at that moment, especially after the stressful encounter she had with her family.

But that wasn’t the car his mother had come in with the other day, she imputed the passcode and walked into the house, she couldn’t seem to find any sign of his mother around but heard some weird sounds coming from Vincent’s room and decided to check it out.

As she got to the room, she was surprised to see Vincent standing in the middle of the room with a blank expression, his clothes looking rumpled.

She quickly scanned through the room, giving Vincent a suspicious look, and walked in toward Vincent.

As Vincent tried to avoid her gaze his heart quickly pondered as Isabella’s look made him scared, he thought of the high rate of chance between Isabella running into Jessica while coming upstairs.

Vincent could feel the anxiousness in his voice as he found it hard to keep his words steady.

“h- how are y- you?” he said stammering as his heart shredded into pieces, he suddenly felt cold sweat crippled down his handsome face.

Isabella looked more suspicious at Vincent as his words became blurry. “Why are you acting like someone who was caught in the act!” Isabella blurted out as she looked at him with furrowed brows.

“Oh nothing,” Vincent said still acting suspiciously, he was still finding it hard to calm himself from the storm that was raging inside him. “I just came back and I was a bit uncomfortable,” Vincent said trying to conceal his nervousness.

“Oh really!” Isabella remarked still looking at Vincent as he displayed an outrageous manner of nervousness, it was obvious there was something wrong.

“How was your outing?” he asked as tried to display a better feature of his expression but unfortunately his acting skills failed him.

It would have been thought by everyone that Vincent would be good at hiding his feelings but seeing that he couldn’t get his expression on check, was unimaginable.

“It was fine,” Isabella replied she didn’t want to be reminded of her day. She had regretted going there after the ordeal with her mother and sister.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

she sometimes wonders if she was adopted as she couldn’t quite fathom why her biological mother would constantly treat her as an outcast.

looking at Vincent she could see he was still not himself. ” But why are you acting so strange and worked up, are you ok?” she ‘asked him with a voice full of concern.

“Well I had a very stressful day at work but I’m fine,” Vincent replied as he tried to regain his composure, he was one of the best actors in the city but he was not good at acting his way.

“if you say so!” she replied as she smiled at him. “How about I fix you dinner,” she continued as she tried to make him more comfortable, but he quickly objected.

“No, no, no! Please don’t bother about that, you don’t have to stress yourself.” He said as he tried to stop Isabella from going out of the room, he wasn’t sure if Jessica was out of the house.

“I don’t want you stressing yourself,” he cajoled her.

“But you promised, you were going to let me do the cooking the next time we were having dinner,” she argued.

Even though she wasn’t much of a kitchen person she had wanted to do something to get her mind off what had happened earlier that day and cooking seemed like the best option.

After all, he had always made her comfortable and she wanted to do the same for him, Vincent was already tired of the argument, he couldn’t give up just yet.

“I know I did promise you but I don’t want you stressing yourself unnecessarily,” he said in a voice full of concern just returned and you need to rest, I don’t want you stressing yourself and the unborn child!” Vincent continued.

“Unborn child!” Jessica whispered to herself as she suddenly felt a huge resentment towards Vincent, she had carefully hidden herself in the other room eavesdropping on Vincent and Isabella’s conversation.

She had thought he was lying to her about his marriage but now she was even more shocked at the new information she had just heard.

Isabella was genuinely happy about how Vincent was so thoughtful towards her but she was already used to a stressful life and she could feel there was something odd about Vincent that evening.

“You don’t need to worry about me, I’m used to this type of life,” she said as she gave him a warm smile.

“I know but your safety and that of my unborn child are paramount to me,” Vincent asserted.

“I know but are you sure you are ok? you look tense,” she questioned, as her face became more serious with concern.

“I am really!” Vincent said in a calm voice. “I guess I would just let you do the cooking,” Vincent suggested as he tried to stop Isabella from continuously poking.

Immediately Isabella heard his response, she gave a huge smile that almost made Vincent lose focus but he wasn’t still sure if Jessica had left already.

“But you would have to wait till I get back from the grocery shop, I think we are short of some ingredients,” he said trying to create an escape plan for Jessica.

“And you can just freshen up while I’m at it” he suggested to Isabella who was now seated on the bed.

As he closed the door behind him, Vincent let out a deep breath of relief, he had dreaded the sight of the two ladies meeting each other.

he quietly walked towards the room Jessica had been hiding and motioned for her to come out.

Vincent waited for Jessica to get to the door before going down as he had planned to distract Isabella if she came out of their room unexpectedly.

Immediately they came out of Vincent’s house successfully, he asked her to start leaving but Jessica suddenly gave him a cold stare.

“If you don’t come to me, be prepared to see me back at your house!” she fumed at Vincent, she was still angry about Isabella’s pregnancy.

“Yes, I will,” Vincent replied hastily as he tried to make her leave at all costs.

“I don’t mean any time, I meant tonight!” Jessica ordered as she got into the car and zoomed off.

As she drove to her apartment, she felt betrayed by Vincent as tears formed in her eyes, she immediately dialed a number on her stereo.

“Hey Boss,” a voice said at the other end of the call, in a formal voice.

“I have a job for you,” Jessica said in a shrilled voice as she kept he eyes on the road.

“The usual?” the voice asked as he became more attentive.

“Yes, I don’t know her full name for now but I think it’s Isabella,” she replied. “What I just want you to do is find out about the lady who lives with Vincent Storm!” she ordered.

“Yes boss!” the voice replied as she hung the call.

“Vincent is mine!” she shouted as she increased the speed of the car.