Angela started sweating. She looked at Patrick. How did he know?
What should she do?
Was she exposed?
Her life would be in danger if she were to be exposed!
"Angelo went out to hook up with a girl last night. I saw hickey marks on his neck!" Patrick sneered at Angelo.
Angela froze and hurriedly covered her neck.
Although she acted nervously, she was relieved inside. No one knew who she really was. She was safe.
Drake frowned, walked over, and grabbed Angelo's wrist, pulling his hand away.
It was the first time he had touched his wrist. It was so slim that he could break it with a little more strength.
The blue and red hickey marks stood out sharply on his pale wet skin.
"You're only eighteen, and you are already fucking around?"
Drake's voice was unreadable.
