"Where are you going?" Izzy asked.
Owen turned to look and frowned at the teenage girl on his bed."What now? I am not allowed to leave you here and find my peace somewhere else in this house?" He asked sarcastically. "Yes!" Izzy answered shortly as she sat up and crossed her legs sitting on the bed. "I will behave, but you can't leave me alone. I'm scared." Owen was astounded. This girl sounds authoritative. She seemed to be commanding him around like he was someone among her servants or something. She was scared, and she was demanding Owen to stay in the same room. But he also realized it was not a good idea to leave this troublemaker in his bedroom where many confidential things, including his service firearm, were hidden in this room. She might find them if she starts to look around out of curiosity. "You said it yourself. You're not into babies; although I am almost turning to legal age in a matter of days, I am sure I don't fit“You’re quite odd. Did you know that?” Izzy asked with a pout.“So, I am the odd one now?!” Owen sneered at her. “When in fact, you are the one calling me names and all?”“You’re odd because you don’t seem to appreciate when I speak my honest thought,” Izzy retorted. “It makes me feel like you would rather prefer I lie to you.”“The more you talk, the more things become twisted and confusing,” Owen frowned. “Shut your mouth if you wanna stay, or go home if you can’t keep quiet!”Owen noticed how she could turn the issue into the way she wanted it to be. And the scary part of them is the possibility of her words being right despite the slight possibility of it being exaggerated. He felt the danger of being wrapped around her cute, tiny little fingers if he did not make her stop. Her enchanting charm was starting to win him over despite his mind resisti
"Ouch!" Izzy groaned.A loud thud awakened Owen, and he tried to see what was going on in the dark. He blinked his eyes to get used to the darkness and realized he was alone on the bed. He quickly reached for the lamp's switch closest to him and looked around."Izzy?" Owen softly called out, frowning.He was not sure, but he thought he heard her groan in pain, but where is she? Owen looked around. The window was closed. She wouldn't have done so if she left through it and fell off. Besides, the sound was close. The last image of her in his mind was the way she slept before he himself dozed off. She was by the side edge of the bed."Could she have fallen?" Owen asked himself mindlessly.He moved to check."Oh my god!" Owen jumped down the bed, walked around by the foot end, and went to Izzy's side. "She fell, but she did not bother to get up and climb up the bed again," Owen murmured."Hey, sleepyhead," he waked her. Owen could car
Owen realized the reason he was feeling discomfort earlier was that Izzy's left leg was above his belly. And he felt better when she moved to turn over as she lifted her leg to leave its position above him and flung to the other side, opposite to Owen's.He was about to say something about the weight that made him suffer breathing, but her sad voice caught more of his attention. He reached for her face and saw if she looked like how she sounded. He did not want to ask because he was not ready to answer any of her questions if she ever threw her curiosity back at him, so he used a different way to comfort her."Who are you?" He asked with a funny face. Eyes widened, faking to be scared and upset.Owen feigned surprise and shock at the person looking different from what he saw before he went back to sleep before dawn earlier."What?" Izzy asked, confused.She was startled when Owen held her face with both hands and turned her to look straight into his ey
"So, what is your plan?" Asked Owen as they prepared their breakfast together.Apparently, Owen agreed to feed her. So they walked down the stairs to his kitchen together. Owen was standing in front of his gas stove preparing fried eggs and bacon while Izzy volunteered to toast the sliced bread and set the table."How do you like your coffee?" Izzy asked instead of answering his question. Not that she was avoiding doing so, it just happened that Owen blurted his query almost the same time Izzy was going to ask about his coffee preferences."Black and strong," Owen said mindlessly."I didn't ask about your looks," Izzy sassed. "I can see you are a giant bar of dark chocolate and sturdy without a doubt. I was going to make you a cup of coffee, but I changed my mind." Just like she said, Izzy removed her hands from what she was about to do.Owen was dazed momentarily. He frowned with his mouth gaping. His left upper lip twitched in annoy
Izzy did not move away from the table even when she made the call."Hello, Uncle Kinsley," Izzy greeted while masticating on the food in her mouth, yet with elegance. No sound of her eating would be heard. In Owen's opinion, Izzy's bites on her food weren't even a bite. To Owen, Izzy was nibbling with how she took small bites on of her toast. She chewed on her food with finesse, refined manner as if it was too natural in her behavior. And she would take a sip on her coffee only when she had swallowed every bit of food she was chewing; also small sips, while listening to the phone ringing on the other end until it was answered and she greeted with calmness."I am being followed, and I am staying somewhere else for safety," Izzy stated. Then she listened again.Owen's interest was piqued at how this teenage girl was responding to her situation. She just said she was being followed, but there wasn't any hint of panic or worry in her tone. It was as if she was
"Correction, please, I said more or less," Izzy argued."Uhu, okay. Wait, what?" Owen asked again as he realized the words. "So it means I have to prepare myself of you staying more than five days, but I am telling you I will send you out on the seventh day. Are we clear?"Izzy scoffed as she agreed."You're so mean with how you make me feel fear of being sent away. I hope I don't stay even for five days," she sassed back.Owen chuckled. She said she is intimidated, but her reaction is far from it, in his eyes. Who sneers when frightened and admits it that way?"So why five then?" He asked again."To make sure everything is ready before I show up. I also need to think and plan my every move to clear my dad's name and find out who actually murdered my dad," Izzy answered. "I have my doubts of who, but I need proofs, solid proofs."Owen was not sure of what to do. He cannot leave her alone in his home. She is a teenage girl who ran
Izzy went to work with Owen just like he suggested. They got Izzy the size of her clothes, and with how attentive and diligent Izzy was to her assigned work to do, she got the hang of doing things Owen does. They were also able to check the neighborhood for the people who were after Izzy. She spotted the same man she saw tailing her a few times before. As they worked, they got to spend more time together. In the truck, on their meals, breaks, and even while doing their jobs, the two got the chance to share jokes and small conversations until Izzy mentioned her dad being dead after being framed for having contrabands in his properties."What happened?" Asked Owen indifferently. He was too eager to hear more details as Izzy's story seemed to sound so familiar with a case he was working on. But he did not make himself appear so interested in the topic."I believe my dad is innocent. It must have been his cousin Reynard Mayer behind all this. I just have to provide
"You go ahead. I still have some things to do," Owen replied without giving Izzy a look when she asked if she could go to sleep after tidying things up in the kitchen."Alright," Izzy said with a yawn. "Good night then!"Izzy turned her back on Owen and started to walk towards the bedroom.Owen was still in a virtual meeting with his team on his laptop with an ear pod when Izzy came to say good night. He deliberately positioned himself facing the kitchen area to make sure he would see Izzy if she ever came close to Owen. He was not supposed to let the girl know what he was doing.Izzy went to the bedroom with nothing in her mind but to sleep. She was yawning non-stop before she arrived in the room, but after doing her before bed rituals, her sleepiness seemed to have taken a break. She was feeling uneasy."Damn it!" Izzy groaned.She needed to open her phone to check on something on it, but she had to be careful not to get into h