Chapter Eighty ThreeA tall blond woman stepped in the room with her husband beside her. She looks regal on her biege coat and slacks. Obviously, those pieces looks perfectly on her. Kahit may katandaan na ito ay hindi pa rin maitatago ang angkin nitong ganda. Her warm and bright smile somehow calmed the raging madness in Ayla's chest. A thing that she can only feel through Fiyero, ngayon naman ay sa ina nito. 'This is probably just hormones' ani nito sa isip bago sinuklian ng matamis na ngiti ang ginang. Tila masayang masaya itong makita siya. "I'm glad we finally meet in person. What did I told you Marce, isn't she beautiful?" masayang ani ni Frea sabay siko nito sa asawa. Marcelino warmly smiled as his eyes were truly happy to see her as well. "Welcome to my casa ija... and I am deeply sorry that you have to be here without your decent consent. I hope you'll enjoy your stay here." He placed te box of donut on the table and warmly smiled at A
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