All Chapters of Mommy, Look I Found Daddy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Just as Izabelle started throwing the couch covers away, the door of the condo pushed open and Marcel walked in. He frowned at the sight that he was met with and his eyes scanned the scattered room. What was going on here? “What's going on here?” He asked Izabelle who was the only one he found in the living room then. Why was she removing the couch covers? Was it because his parents and grandmother sat on it and she couldn't bear to sit on the same couch that his parents had sat on? At that thought, Marcel could feel his breath itch and his blood started boiling. Does she feel so disgusted with his parents? It was a known fact that his parents did not like Izabelle and vice-versa. Might he add that the reason they dislike themselves was unknown to him? At times when he tries thinking of the reason Izabelle and his parents do not agree, he only ends up getting strong headaches that lead him to sleep. Their situation was just too stressful and confusing. Now, seeing Izabelle doing t

Too bad for Izabelle as sleep has other plans for her. Sleep ran very far away from her at that moment as she kept tossing around the bed. She couldn't concentrate on sleeping as her mind took different dimensions. She just couldn't stop thinking about Marcel. All her mind and thoughts were about him. He has literally invaded not only her space but her heart too. What was she going to do? She definitely doesn't want to see when he comes out. Maybe she should just pretend to sleep and eventually, she would fall asleep. That's a good idea right? Five minutes later, the door of the bathroom pushed open and Marcel came out. Since she was sleeping on the other side of the bed and her head was facing the other side of the room, she couldn't see him and could only feel him as he walked to the bed. Was he dressed already? Is he going to sleep so close to her? Goodness! He had told her not to let her imagination run wild but who was she kidding? Her imagination

Marcel’s hand rubbed on her back as the other caressed her thighs upward. Their kiss deepened and before they knew it, they became so deeply engrossed in their kiss that they forgot about their surroundings and the circumstances they were in. If this was a dream, she doesn’t want to wake up. Izabelle thought as she matched his pace. No one could imagine how much she had thought about a time like this. How much she has anticipated Marcel’s lips on hers. Him kissed her like her lips were worth killing for. She has imagined this scene a million and one times.Just as she was starting to move her body against him and rubbing her hand on his neck, Marcel held her hair and pulled away from their kiss. His head moved away when she tried to capture his lips again subconsciously. Her vision suddenly blurred and she was pushed back on the bed with him on top of her.He pulled away so that there was a bit of space between them. “Damn it. I hate being force

“And that's why you came here? You don't know the road to the Wilson enterprises?”“They wouldn't let me enter your office.”Marcel almost face-palmed himself. Why would they let her in when she always comes in as if she owns the place? “Go home.”“But….”“Just go home. Hardy would accompany you to get what you want.”“But brother Marcel you promised to accompany me. Please accompany me to the mall. Everyone there must be anticipating for us to come,” she gave him puppy eyes but too bad it was not going to work for him. “I said go home or you find someone else to accompany you. I'm busy.”Her face fell and she looked really pitiful that anyone would fall for her trick and do whatever she asked. This was the face that she always used on Marcel to get him to accompany her or buy her something but it seemed like it was not working on him anymore. Should she perhaps change her trick and use something else? “Okay. I'll go home.”She said and waited for a while if he was going to say any

“Maybe I should have just ignored her.”“Well, she’s just imagining that Marcel would get engaged to her but he isn't going to. Marcel is not even interested in her.”“Lower your voice,” Izabelle whispered as she stared at the door. Kathie’s voice was somehow loud and if it leaked outside, Marcel would definitely hear. She doesn’t have the strength to explain to him why they were mentioning his name in their conversation. “Oh shit. I forgot. I guess it’s not safe to discuss here in this house. Maybe we should fix a date and you know catch up soon.“Right. That’s a great idea. We should do that one of these days.”“Mommy, baby brother loves playing with my Barbie doll,” Rosie giggled as she ran to her mommy. She pointed at the child in the crib as he held her Barbie doll tightly and played with it. Rosie must have thought him that. Did she forget that the child was a boy and Barbie dolls were meant for girls?Izabelle and Kathie were sure that this child would turn their boy into a gi