Natalie took a deep breath before entering their house, tiptoeing not to make the bamboo floor creak. But as soon as her first footstep touched the floor on the balcony, the lights switched on.
An appalled reaction replaced her victorious face.
“Where have you been?” Manolo, with a dim expression, greeted her. His arms crossed over his chest. His eyes reflected disappointment, sadness, and pain.
“What—what are you doing here?”
“Didn’t I ask first? What have you done this time, Ronnie? Or should I say, Nat?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Stop it! Stop denying… please,” he clasped his hands on his face to cover the tears that were about to fall.
“Where’s Father? He’s still asleep, right? He didn’t know you were here.”
She didn’t get a response. Manolo only handed her a piece of pa
