The third point of view:

"You're back alive and even get to kiss the girl," Was the first comment Julie welcomed Pedro with as soon as he walked into the room. From his sarcastic comment, Pedro surmised the idiot must have seen Isabella kissing him goodnight.

"And what is your royal highness still doing awake? Shouldn't aristocrats like you be asleep by now in order not to ruin their perfect skin?" Pedro gave him a taste of his sharp tongue as well.

He was going to say it over and over and over again. He and Julie were not friends and were just mutually associating because of their girlfriend's closeness. Fate was the only reason to be blamed for their entanglement.

Julie didn't bother him anymore and Pedro took that opportunity to take in the room. It was quite spacious and flamboyantly decorated with the floor made of dark cherry wood. The only thing that didn't please him was the idea of sharing a bed with Julie.

It would have been better to sleep on an uncomfortable bunk bed than share a soft, comfortable bed with him. But then, the only other option was the floor, hence Pedro had no choice but to give in.

Pedro took off every cloth he had on his body until he was in nothing but his briefs while his chest was bare. Pedro could almost swear he felt Julie's gaze on him the entire time. To confirm his suspicion, he turned around and caught his gaze.

"Hey!" Pedro called him out, "I don't know what you're thinking but don't you dare try anything funny with me,"

Julie retorted, "I should be the one complaining about that. Why did you undress? Are you planning on seducing me or what?" he added quickly, "Moreover, how did you know I was staring at you? Wasn't it the same way you stared at me that I stared back at you?" he claimed.

Unable to refute his ridiculous claim, Pedro simply harrumphed and climbed into his side of the bed. He was simply going to remain awake and catch that pervert in the act. Yes! that was it.

However, not less than a minute after his head touched the pillow, Pedro fell into deep sleep. He was exhausted both physically and mentally from the day's activities.

However, that was the cue the devil called Julie needed to make his move. He had intentionally remained awake, waiting for Pedro to come in and sleep so he could sneaked out of the room without being seen

There was no way he was sleeping without Anabelle in his arms tonight notwithstanding Niklaus' warning - he was dating Anabelle, not Isabella, his daughter. He missed her even though it was barely an hour since they separated - the both were like newly wedded couples who couldn't stay away from each other.

Although Isabella had no idea of this plan of his, Julie was sure Isabella wouldn't kick against the idea of sharing the bed with Pedro while he does the same with Anabelle.

Who knows? Something "sweet" might blossom between them - Isabella and Pedro - tonight and they would have the space and privacy to go at it as long as they wanted. Julie grinned in satisfaction, her overprotective father, Niklaus wouldn't even know a thing.

Julie sat up and was just about to bring his legs down on the floor when his gaze rested on Pedro's pants. His eyes followed the slight bulge of his member through his pants, the sight piquing his interest.

Could it be that Pedro's thing was longer than his own, Julie couldn't help but wonder. During the truth or dare game, the boy had claimed it had been long and thick.

But of course, how could Julie confirm that when Pedro had never answered nature's call alongside him - the boy was reserved. If it wasn't for the fact that he and Isabella almost do it all the time, plus the fact he had no breast, Julie could have swore he was a girl in disguise.

But then, the opportunity was here to discover the great secret, was he going to take it or lose it like a coward. Only the brave take risks.

So Julie reached slowly for Pedro's brief and was just about to pull down his waistband and take a peek when he returned to his senses and slapped his hand away.

What the hell? He was behaving like a pervert right now! Seriously, he had to get away from Pedro. The boy must have cast a weird spell on him else he wouldn't behave this strange.

Padding across the room, Julie made it to the door and opened it slowly and carefully. It was time to see his dearest Anabelle.

Meanwhile in the other room not far from theirs ...

Neon woke up with a start and the first place his gaze rested was on Allen's bed, which was empty. Oh shit! Allen had left before him. This was not good.

The both of them had been sneaking into Ailee's room ever since that night. And so far, they've been lucky enough to wake and return back to their room before any maid or their mother discovered their absence.

Ailee didn't complain either, it seems she needed the company as well. So the three of them decided to keep it a secret since they had nothing to lose except their parents finding out.

The only thing Neon had to contend with was Allen occupying most of the bed space and with him being the first to leave for Ailee's room today, there was no doubt he would monopolize the space again.

Neon got off the bed after he had dressed his pillow to look like someone was sleeping on it and tiptoed across the room. With the days gone by, he had become proficient in sneaking out without making a noise. Yeah, you could call him the phantom ghost.

He reached outside and as usual the hallway was dimmed with most of the light put out. Ailee's room was at the corner of the hallway and he looked left and right before proceeding. He knew the patrol team and the intervals at which they supervise the area - he had just five minutes before they returned.

He moved stealthily with his back pressed closely to the wall and had just reached the corner, intending to turn around when his skin first touched something fleshy and warm. Being the scaredy cat he was, Neon jumped out of his skin with a scream loud enough to wake the dead.

Uh-no, it seems he had just woken the whole household.