Chapter 339: Oh Soup (2)
Isabella shook her head to get rid of the notion that she was more than ’physically’ attracted to Ian Frost.
She looked at him, standing in the balcony with his back to her and then quickly turned back to look at her hands which were still tingling. As expected that man was as perfect from behind as he was from the front. He was se* on legs so physical attraction was to be expected. She’d have to be a corpse to not be horn* for that man. But being attracted to him more than physically... nah that would be a mess of soup!
She’d definitely hurt more than her arm also in the accident. Did she hit her head against the wall and did not remember? That had to be it. She was having delusions due to concussion. She’d go to the hospital at the earliest and get medication.
Just then, the man responsible for her doubts returned and sat back down next to her, explaining," We might have a clue about Arabelle’s location. Actually two clues. Gabe thinks he might have found Arabelle’s online gaming address while one of our investigators located an older caretaker of Arabelle from when she was younger who had retired but recently returned to work."
"That’s good then. Once we know about her location, it would be easy to hand her over to the Police, right?"
Ian smiled and nodded along. The girl was quite innocent if she thought that they would give Arabelle over to the police. The Frosts did not give second chances to those who threatened them. In a world of fight or die, they would not be the ones to attack someone but if attacked, they wouldn’t give the person another chance to backstab them. And while Gabe had let Arabelle have her way too many times, she’d finally crossed his boundaries.
That brought an end to their conversation and once again, an awkward silence echoed in the room. Isabella fidgeted with her fingers, avoiding direct eye contact with Ian. While he, in turn, glanced around the room, searching for something to break the awkward silence. Ultimately, Ian decided that he’d come here to make sure that she was alright, and he’d done that, so it was time to leave.
"I guess, I’ll leave now." Ian said softly, his statement somehow sounding like a question.
However, just as Isabella was about to bid farewell to him, a loud growl emanated from her stomach. Both of them looked at each other, surprise etched on their faces. Isabella blushed, realizing that her empty stomach had chosen this precise moment to announce its hunger.