BEWARE OF GRANDPA

The next day when she opened his eyes, Bella Trump saw this strange place. It took a few minutes to remember that she was married.

But where's her husband? "That demonic Miguel!" 

She jumped out of bed, sofa, things have been stacked neatly, but Miguel have long disappeared.

Bella yawned as she walked downstairs only to see Miguel sitting at the sitting room reading some papers while Grandpa was at the dinning eating. 

Immediately Charles saw her, he smiled pleasantly and caller her over. "My baby is here, how are you?" He asked pleasantly.

Bella took her seat beside him and hugged him affectionately, "Good morning Grandpa, did you also sleep well? Shall I massage your shoulders for you?" 

"Yes my dear"

Miguel looked as they both laughed together like good old friends he shook his head. 

"My Bella is the best. This is the first sanest thing this punk will get do right" he said making Bella laugh. 

She eat from the old man's table. She had decided to embrace what's in front of her. Her own family casted her out like a rejected person, Why not love the ones she have now?

Miguel walked up to them and sighed, "Are you married to Grandpa or me? You ignored your husband for my old man" 

Bella looked at the already dressed Miguel. His body with clear barriers looks more straight under the package of the suit. The typical body with flesh and thin clothes is enough to make any woman sigh, and the mysterious and noble eyes make Bella gulped. 

His eyebrows and heart lift slightly.

"Hi, good morning." She said timidly.

Bella and Miguel stood there looking at each other's eyes for sometime. 

"I don't know why, but I want to protect this woman with my life. I don't want her to go through what I went through. It's normal but why are my doing this much for her? What did you do to me Bella Trump?" He thought

Bella can't break the intimidating eye contact between them, "Why Miguel? Why are you still protecting me? Why aren't you tellig grandpa that I'm a spy? Why don't you tell him that I'm Cartersville's daughter? Who are you for real Miguel Rodriguez?"

Sensing the intimating eye contact between the two, Charles Rodriguez quickly spoke up. "Hey Little brat, who asked you to come here? She's scared the moment you're here" 

"Of course not old man. She clearly likes you more than me" Miguel pouted.

Bella laughter, "Who won't like grandpa? Unlike you who's always grumpy!"

Bella said with laughter and left the table, sensing that this is the best time to escape his grandfather, Miguel laughed it off and followed her upstairs. 

Charles noticed his actions but smiled. 

In the door, Miguel closed the door while Bell was leaning on the wall. He towered over her while she there staring at him as if she's was looking at a ghost. 

Miguel leaned closer, and whispered to her ears, "Beware of Grandpa Bella, that old man is very dangerous, don't get too close to him" 

After hearing this, Bella pushed him away, "What are you trying to weave again? I should avoid my family and now Grandpa too? Are my some sort of national treasure that everyone coverts?"

However, Miguel kept quiet and just raised his eyebrows quietly, glanced at the clothes on her body, which was prepared for her by the maids.

The emerald green cloth looked great on her and her curve very clear. After glancing at it, her, he walked downstairs while Bella followed angrily. He got to the dinning table and his head silently, his knuckled fingers grabbed the porcelain white coffee cup on the table, and no longer looked up.

So cold

Bella's mouth was curled and he had to sit down. Grandpa was not there again, Bella sensed that he had gone for his daily jog.

After a meal, there was no communication between them as he left the room while she also hmphed at him. 

"That arrogant jerk thinks he can intimidate me, oops not a chance" she scoffed. 

 When he went out, a maid saw her mumbling and said, with a smile while cleaning the dinning table, "Madam, Young Master, is not a bad person, he smiles very much and jokes with everyone, he rarely gets angry" 

Sensing that this the best to bring the matter up, she leaned closer and asked, "Did you think Miguel has some kind of secret organization?" 

The maid looked at her with a strange expression, "Madam, we're here to work not to spy" 

Then she took the plates and left her by the table.

Bella remembered that she had to go to an audition for the day, she quickly dressed up so she could catch up with the time. 

Miguel had confiscated her phone, if they called her, he wont pick it up. 

As she stepped out of the house, she sighed grandpa running towards her with his pot belly knocking together as he ran over to her. 

"Where are you off to?" He asked with gasps. 

Bella smiled as she wiped his sweats with her handkerchief. She can't help but like the old man. Not any other affections but the old man has been so nice to her and she felt really bad to be suspecting him too. 

"But why should I be looking out for him when he didn't know about my identity?" She wondered. 

He snapped to her face. "Bella?" 

"Oh yes, I'm going for an audition today, I'll be absent for sometime" she replied.

Charles Rodriguez held her hand affectionately, "Oh my dear, you should have told me then you won't have to stress yourself. Tell me, who's the director of the film let me call him?" 

"No no Grandpa, you don't need to do that"

As she left the old man, she can't help but wonder how much more powers the man has.

Who is the real boss of Agatha? She wondered

This old man or his grandson?