Angelo slumped on the sofa as soon as he had arrived at the main house. He began to stretch his tired muscles and lay on the; sofa completely. He was in a slack position when Mark had suddenly emerged from the front door.
When Mark had seen that his wife was; sprawled languorously on the couch, he went directly to the couch and sat on the available space. As soon as he had seated- he took the feet of Aimie and began to massage it.
"How was your first day of returning to work?" Mark inquired while massaging the soles of Aimie's foot.
Angelo was shocked when all of a sudden Mark had grabbed his feet, but he; regained his composure when he learned that- Mark had only wanted to massage his tired limbs. He began to relax his body and concentrate on- the soothing effect that Mark was doing.
"It was so stressful," Angelo replied when he heard the inquiry of; Mark. "Just the first hour and; I felt like I've aged for ten years. If I had a choice, then I would have
Angelo was feeling pain all over his body, and he suddenly had the urge to just lay on the comfy bed all day. It was only just last night when the unexpected visitor had shown up, and now, he can't even get out of the bed. Angelo wanted to cry because of unfairness. He who- used to be a robust male was suddenly bedridden unto the bed.He was in a sort of a depressive mood when- Mark had gone out of the bathroom, seeing the toned muscles and damp hair of Mark made Angelo's hormones level- to rise. He doesn't know why, but he had the urge to prick a thousand needles- on Mark's body. Angelo followed Mark's actions with an intense gaze, and when he realized that- Mark was coming his way, Angelo retracted his fierce stare.The instant that- Mark had gotten near him, Angelo began to panic- that he wasn't able to know where he should land his
Angelo could say that his week was like a roller coaster ride for him. He had experienced many kinds of emotions- in seven days, and though it was exhausting, Angelo felt that the time he spent was fun and enjoying. He was happily preparing a packed meal for his lunch- in the kitchen when he saw Mark- striding towards him. Angelo immediately paused his actions and looked at Mark. The moment Mark had gotten near Angelo. He greeted him and inquired what Angelo was busily doing in the kitchen. Angelo explained that- he was preparing for his lunch and continued placing decorative garnish- on his packed lunch. Mark suddenly became curious about what his wife was making- so he craned his neck and looked at the lunch- that his wife prepared and saw that it was appealing to the; eyes. Mark took a piece of meat in the lunch box. Because of Mark’s swift actions, Angelo was unable- to stop Mark from stealing his precious; meal. Since the m
Angelo was on his way to the parking lot when suddenly, someone had yanked him. The sudden force caused him to lose his footing and stumble. Angelo was about to fall directly to the ground when a pair of; strong hands had supported him. Angelo looked at the face of the person- who had helped him. The instant Angelo had seen the face of his savior, he knitted his brows and frowned. The person supporting him was too familiar to him, but he; can’t seem to connect where he had seen or met the person. Angelo straightened himself and adjusted his clothes. He then tried to feel his ankles- checking to see- whether or not he had sprained his ankle. Angelo instantly flinched when he felt the pain shoot through his brain- while he was trying to; step the left side of his foot- on the ground. “Why did you suddenly pull me? Just look at what you did, man. My ankle is; already swollen.” Angelo immediately reprimanded the person who- had pulled him without w
Angelo was fuming in anger as he entered his room. As he slumped in the bed, Angelo started to remember the fiery exchange of words he had with Josiah. His head started- to throb as he began to think of some counteractive measures against Aimie’s lover. Since a couple of; threatening words were spoken by Josiah- before they had parted ways was; bugging Angelo’s mind. While he was busy thinking of some strategic plan, someone had knocked on the room’s door. Without getting out of the bed, Angelo just gave his command and permitted; whoever would enter the room. Angelo was jotting down notes without looking- at the identity of the person- who had entered his personal space. The clacking of the heels was so evident in the surrounding, making Angelo halt- what he was doing. He swiftly organized his notes and placed them under his pillow- when he was sure that- his notes were; well hidden under the pillow, Angelo faced the person- who had arrived.
It was almost midnight when Mark's mother had finally released Angelo from the torture of trying some gowns. Angelo was grumbling in his mind as he headed towards his room, and when he was inside- he saw the image of Mark- to be sound asleep on the bed. Angelo couldn't help but sneer in his heart and begrudgingly went to the opposite side of the bed where Mark was sleeping. He then threw some punches- on the air since Angelo couldn't believe that- Mark was sleeping so soundly while he- himself was abused by his mother.But the more Angelo threw punches- in the air, the more his body started to; ache. He unwillingly stopped his action and pouted at the man- who was deeply asleep. Angelo began to stretch his tired muscles before he stood up and took a quick bath.Opening the faucet, Angelo decided to relax- in the bathtub, the moment his
But no matter how hard Angelo pleads, Mark's mother won't listen to him. With no way of letting out his anger, Angelo could only glare at the poor stylist. Angelo's eyes started to sting with all the glaring he did to the poor stylist. Even with the threat in front of him, the stylist acted as if he didn't see the glare of Aimie- causing Angelo to stop his failed attempt at looking like a formidable person.It took hours before the group of the stylist was done dressing up their madam- that it made Angelo feel like he was going to have a headache with all the ornamentals they had adorned- on Aimie's body.The much-awaited word of Angelo had finally come- when the stylist had told him- that they were already done beautifying him up. The words coming from the stylist were like music to Angelo's ears, making him hug the man tightly.
The conversation between Angelo and his idol was interrupted when Mrs. Castro went to their side and asked to borrow her daughter. Angelo nods his head- indicating that it is alright for him. Amanda apologized to Angelo and to her brother before she stood in her seat and greeted her mother.Angelo followed with his sight the direction- in which the mother and daughter went to. And when they had come to a halt towards the stage, Angelo immediately adjusted his position- making it so that he would be facing the center of the room.His eyes twinkled, seemingly excited as to- what Amanda would say. Because of his excitement, Angelo forgot the existence of Mark- beside him.“Having a phone in hand would be perfect- in this jubilant day,” Angelo murmured to himself and couldn’t help but sigh since he had forgotten to bring his phone with him.“Here.” Mark then handed his phone as if he could hear the soft whi
While Angelo was feeling- the soft breeze against his skin, the door leading to the veranda suddenly opened, making Angelo surprised. He immediately looked at the opened door and was totally surprised when he saw the person who had entered his personal space.“You, what are you doing here?” Angelo exclaimed in shock at the person who was slowly nearing him.“Because I’m invited?” the man shrugs and stops only a few meters away from Angelo. “But I’m quite surprised to see you standing side by side with the Castro family. Is this the reason why you’ve suddenly lost interest in me?”“Why is a person who looks like a dog been invited to this party. Did they perhaps mistake you as a guard dog- that’s why you’re here?” Angelo just can’t help taunting the jerk in front of him. He seemed unable to forget the wrongness Aimie had undergone- in the hands of Josiah.