Chapter 15. Softening Towards Her

Weston waited impatiently for Isabella’s call. Two hours passed by, yet she didn’t call him. Did she forget her promise? Did she forget his offer of a treat? Restless, he paced the floor of his room for a few minutes. Unable to wait any longer, he started his motorcycle and rode over to her friend’s house. Parking his motorcycle, he walked all the way to the front door and rang the doorbell. The door opened and a young girl of Isabella’s age peered out but froze in panic at seeing him.

“W-Weston, I haven’t d-done anything, I s-swear,” the girl stammered, staggering backward as if she had seen a ghost.

“Hey, chill! I’m just here for Isabella. My mom sent me to fetch her,” he said with a lazy smirk when Isabella peered through the door, too. Surprised to see him so soon, she opened the door wider.

“I’m not going home now, Weston. Why are you here? I didn’t call you.” His smirk widened, and he grabbed her hand and pulled her outside. The other girls gasped and ran i