Chapter 85: Holding Her Waist

Mateo caresses the pictures using his fingers. It's a picture of himself, Isabella and their daughter, Amara, when they're still complete. He took a heavy sighed and put down the photo on his table, then he hold the wine and drank the wine there.

Nerissa after arriving at the mansion late at night tried to find where Mateo is, 'cause she can't find her at their room. Her eyes then landed on the door of his office here at the mansion, and she pushed the door open. When she entered the room, Mateo sat at his desk with a glass in his hand, and soon enough she realized that he's already drank.

"Mateo, why you are drowning yourself in alcohol again?" she asked, frowning slightly. She's about to help him get out from behind the desk but her eyes caught something else. It's the picture. She picked it up and examined its contents, and her blood started to boil instantly.

"Isabella..." Mateo croaked weakly. Nerissa crumbled the picture in her hand, while looking at Mateo with pure hate. Her