Chapter Twenty Nine: Beautiful Stranger

Tito Ralph, sprang in front of Marco soon as he opened the front door. The old man had his arms crossed, glaring at him.

“You’re frequently home late, Marco. I passed by the station, they said you left at five in the afternoon. It’s already twelve o’clock, and you just got here.”

Marco took off his shoes and put them in the shoe rack near the door.

“Did you meet up with her again?” he asked.

He straightened up. “We just ate outside, Uncle.”

“Marco…”

He smiled. “I’ll just take a shower, uncle. I already stink.”

Tito Ralph followed him with his worried gaze.

Marco sat by the side of the bed when he entered his room. He took out his cell phone from the pocket of his leather jacket. He started scrolling his gallery photos, paused and stared at Elaine’s photos he took when he asked her to fit the clothes he bought for her self-made-fianc