Blackmailing His Runaway Bride by Dance-is-me (carter reed .txt) 📗

"Eh-ehm."

"Oh, Richard, I forgot you were here."

"Yeah," the man's brows popped. "You were busy." Charles could almost hear the remaining part of the utterance which his friend communicated with his eyes.

"How is it going to be with the witnesses? We should have a stronger hold on the case with them right?" Charles asked, pulling Isabella to his side, his arm firmly around her waist.

"Yes, we should."

"Who do we have so far?"

Richard assumed a thinking pose. "We have Caleb, Mrs. Rosafield who is the neighbour and Isabella's doctor. I will ask her doctor to come along with her medical reports."

"That's fine. We should get going, right?"

"Yes, I will update you as time goes on."

"Thank you, Mr. Richard," Isabella said.

"You are welcome. And, thank you for doing this. Goodnight."

They bade their farewell and soon Charles and Isabella walked out, silence between them, their arms around each other.

~

"What do you want to do when we get upstairs?" Charles asked Isabella as he turned off the car's engine.

"Uh... sleep?" Charles smirked. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, the sorrowful look she wore earlier thankfully replaced by a shy smile.

"Nothing. I just love seeing your face, that's all." Charles loved how she gently looked away to hide the small blush her face wore each time he complimented her right.

Damn, she was just so cute and amazing. She made him feel like jumping on his bed all day like a five-year-old.

"I..." A knock on the window of the driver's side interrupted Isabella.

"Yes, Miss Kane?" Charles asked as he lifted his eyes to the woman who was looking a little different.

Perhaps, she took a quick trip to the beauty salon, Charles thought.

However it was, he quickly prayed that she was not about to remind him about pending work. Charles wished to spend as much time as possible with Isabella.

Leaning a bit, Miss Kane said, "Mr. Oxford, your father is here to see you ."