CHAPTER 17.2

My lips trembled. My hand was even shaking as I put down the glass on his table. My heart was pounding and my stomach felt so cold. Even though I know he doesn't know me and he doesn't know my history, I can't help but be afraid of my own safety. Because I know, Aldo is just around the place.

"You are pale, Miss," uttered by the man whom I think a business colleague of the old man.

I took a deep breath and tightened my hold on to the tray. I was in oanic as I put down their orders. I almost poured the buffalo wings, which made the old Castellanos stood.

My eyes widened with the glimpse of sauce in his suit.

"Sorry! I'm Sorry!"

I tried to wipe his suit but he pushed my hand away.

"Where's your manager?" he asked coldly.

I almost freeze on my feet. I felt the sweat on my forehead.

"Uhm, I'm really s-orry. I d-idn't mean to," I whispered.

He gave me a cold stare, just like how Aldo used to look at me before. I bowed my head and hid my hands behind my back.

"I want to talk to your manage