Chapter 37
Never in Angelo life that he imagined because of just a little bit of sparks of interest that sprouted inside his chest, will he be standing among the crowd that was shouting the names of the fighters in the arena that they had betted.
With a flattened mouth, Angelo lowered his eyes and silently regretting why did he gone to this place in the first place, remembering what message he sent to his lover before his phone was completely confiscated to avoid and prevent causing harm to this arena festive, he regretted it more until his intestines hurt.
“Angelo, what are you thinking about?” Fattino, the fat man at the side because of the terrible and loud noise around them, he shouted at the top of his lungs so Angelo can hear what he was saying more clearly. But Angelo who had since have sensitive hearing, naturally heard him even though his voice was still small like that of a mosquito so Angelo felt it was unnecessary and instead feels embarr
