CHAPTER 9: ZANDRO

"I'M NOT PAYING YOU TO ACT THIS WAY"

ZANDRO WAS clenching his wounded jaw really hard to not feel too much pain while Antonette has been dabbing cotton with alcohol on it. Dimas has gone through the roof the other night and his fist nearly ruined Zandro's face. And since he was a lucky man last night, he also get it accidentally collided on the wall after he ran in a hurry out of fear that Blythe might catch him in that creepy look.

Damn his poor handsome face!

"I don't really know what's going on with you, Zandro. The other day, I caught you having your sweet time with her. Then, what now? Watching her sleeping in her room for goodness sake?"

Slightly, he dodges his face away from his friend who has been nagging about nonsense things since earlier. Zandro stared at her with creases on his forehead.

"What sweet time are you talking about?"

Antonette put the cotton down and slightly leaned to Zandro as she looked at him straight into his eyes.

"Mi Amor," she said while mimicking his c