The third point of view:

Before their date was over, Anabelle realized she had more in common with Julie than she thought like their love of French foods and music. Unlike her who only knew French because she had lived there with her mother when she was young, Anabelle discovered Julie could speak five other languages flawlessly; Spanish, Mandarin, Russian, Arabic, and Korean. He was simply amazing.

"Wow," Anabelle was blown away, "How were you able to master them so well?" she still couldn't believe it. The boy was a genius.

"Well, my mother was of Russian descent hence it wasn't hard to pick up that one. Mandarin and Arabic were learned during my vocations since grandfather travel a lot. I had no option but to learn Spanish since most of our business partners come from there,"

"And Korean?" She reminded him.

"Well, it sounds crazy but I stumbled upon one of their boy groups online and heard their songs and ever since then, made it a life mission to learn it just so I could sing along to the lyrics. Besides, it sounds kind of cool,"

"Oh really? I bet you wooed one of the girls with it," Anabelle joked yet felt a tinge of jealousy inside of her.

"Jiltu hal ttae gwiyeowo boyeo," Julie said suddenly.

Anabelle's brows furrowed, "What does that mean?" She asked

"It means you look cute when you're jealous,"

She scowled at him, "I'm not jealous,"

"Really?" he cocked a brow at her

"I'm not. I don't care whether you spoke cute Koreans to girls at all," she wrapped her arms across her shoulder sternly.

Julie simply smiled, then took her hand in his, "You don't need to worry about my past since you're the only one I'll be speaking sweet Koreans to from now on. How does that sound?" he promised her.

"Whatever," she looked away, yet her heart bubbled with anticipation at the thought. Julie was hers now and no other lady would hear him speak Korean again forever and ever.

However, as if the universe wanted to play her around, an exciting voice chipped from behind, "Oh my God, Julie, is that you?!"

Both couples turned around and for the first time, Anabelle had never been intimidated in her life than that moment.

The girl in question who had called Julie was in one word, a well "endowed" woman - note that word. She looked like those uniformly top-heavy female characters from those Japanese animes. The girl was sensuously curvy with a voluminous buttock even though she had a long silhouette and Of course a large burst.

It was quite amusing to Anabelle that Julie had been complaining about her little cleavage exposure today when the lady's own breast was clearly straining against her dress. Judging from her appearance, it doesn't seem like Julie had been bitching about her exposure when they had been together.

Unconsciously, Anabelle's sight lingered on the girl's DD cup breast before her sight returned to her A-cup ones, and let's just say, her morale was instantly crushed. What did Julie even see in her?

Meanwhile, unknown to Anabelle, Julie was in an uncomfortable position, where had this great demoness appeared from?

"Julie, is that you?" The girl went over to him excitedly, "It's me Sara remember?"

"No, I don't," He lied through his teeth, hoping the little fly would leave him alone having seen the way Anabelle's gaze darkened. Right now, it was obvious that she was jealous and angry.

"Huh? How could that be," Sara frowned, "We dated just a year ago just before I left for abroad. Aha!" She exclaimed upon remembering something, "You were so good at Korean I asked you to speak them for me every day, remember?"

"Oh boy," Julie knew he was officially doomed. There was a passive expression on Anabelle's face and one should know the girl always showed emotion - in one word, he was finished.

"Hi Sara," Julie pretended to have finally remembered her, " Yes, we were classmates. Now, Sara meet my girlfriend Anabelle. Anabelle, Sara,"

"Really?" Sara turned to her with a smile, "Hi, I'm Sara," she extended her hand for a handshake.

"Hi, I'm Anabelle, Julie's current girlfriend," She emphasized on that, yet added, "You must be his ex-girlfriend?"

"Urm, not exactly, we were more like friends with benefits," She chuckled as if reminiscing, "Although Julie had a girlfriend, then, he and I would have some harmless fun behind -"

"Sara" Julie cautioned her, sensing what she was about to reveal.

"No, go on ahead," Anabelle gestured to her with a sweet calm voice, only Julie knew that was the calm before the storm.

"Really? It's not much though and all in the past -"

"Sara," Julie growled warningly

"No, let the girl be," Anabelle smiled at her, "I just want to know more about your history. Is that a bad thing?"

"You can go!" Julie said forcefully this time and Sara understood at once she had said something she shouldn't have. Well, she had thought it was one of Julie's playthings - all the ladies he dated and was dating at school then knows of their history - who knew he was serious with this one.

As soon as Sara left, a tensed silence washed over both of them. Anabelle stared at anywhere but him until he broke the silence by saying, "Your food has gone cold, should I order another for you?"

"I have lost my appetite," Was her blunt reply.

After a minute or so of another stretched silence, Anabelle pushed back her chair and sat up saying, "I'm done with this date tonight. This was a terrible idea,"

"Anabelle!" Julie called her, but she strode out of the place so he went after her.

Julie catch up with her outside and pulled her around to him by the arm, "Anabelle!"

"No, don't touch me!" She hissed at him. She didn't know what to believe anymore, her heart or her head. Her heart was telling her that Julie might really love her but her head was telling her to be smart - she might be the next on his list of dumped girlfriends.