Eighty three

BEAUTIFULLY CRUEL.

ISABELLE'S POV.

“ Hello pretty lady, what are you doing here all alone?” He asked with his Thailand accent.

“ Oh I'm waiting for my lover.” I responded without sparing him a glance but unfortunately he refused to leave.

“ I see… You don't look like you're From around here, are you perhaps on vacation?” He asked as he stood beside me but before I could respond Kristen came over and if looks could kill, the stranger would have been six feet below.

“ Is there a problem, love?” Kristen asked with a stern expression as he handed over the smoothie and placed his hand around my waist.

“ Oh not at all.” I smiled brightly.

“ Is he your lover?” The stranger asked and Kristen looked like he was about to bite his head off.

“ This is my husband, Kristen.” I said and he looked kinda surprised.

“ I'm so sorry, I really didn't know you were married..” he apologized but Kristen wouldn't stop glaring at him.

“ Scram.” Kristen said in between clenched teeth and the stranger immediate