“Angel,” Anton sighed, looking at Evan’s car. He was never into cars, but he knew it was expensive. “Your dad doesn’t have to lend me his car.”
Cassie scoffed and focused on tying the knot of his necktie. “You’ve seen the garage, Anton. He barely recognized the car he had bought for the past five years.” She smiled at her little achievement and smoothened the tie as she raised her head. “There… My husband is so handsome.”
His Adam’s apple moved, and he was forced to smile. “Cassie…”
She shook her head. “I’ll be fine,” she lied, feeling her heart was about to burst. “The kids will be okay. Just come home to me, please.”
She had never been so scared in her life. At sixteen, she ran away from home but did not regret doing it because of the life she found in Sta. Rosa. Anton never left
