On the big soft bed, Drake was so distracted that he didn't even mind that the person below him was looking like a "man."
He ripped Angelo's shirt off, and when his blurred eyes noticed the tightly wrapped white band around Angelo's chest, a lot of things suddenly connected in his mind.
Why had he never seen Angeline appear with Angelo? Why did Angeline had such a strange attitude towards him? Why was Angeline hostile to Christina? Why did Angelo ask to move out?
Drake's hand froze there. His whole body froze above Angelo. His eyes dazzled. Somehow, the girl beneath him had fallen asleep with her eyes closed. And her delicate face still tinged with drunkenness and crimson.
Drake got up from the bed and walked to the window. Looking at the dark night, he wasn't sure if he was happy or mad, or there were too many emotions complexed together that he didn't know how to respond.
