CHAPTER 137

After Nona left Andrea, she went back from drinking again, staring out of nowhere. She was still thinking about what Phileo and Nona said to her, not to cower in fear when apologizing. She needs to be more persistent. 

How about trying cooking for her? If she could pull betrayal then she can surely cook. 

She sighed, laying her head on the table as she stared at her drink, getting all sad once again. She knew to herself she can't cook but if it was for Ray, she can probably try not to burn the kitchen. 

A few moments later, Phileo came home late at night. It was already past 12 midnight yet the light was still on. He could see it as he drove his Ducati inside, parking it in their garage. It's unusual that everyone is still awake. 

He went through the door, opening it and locking it. He scanned the whole room yet no one was there. An odd expression appeared on his face as he walked his way, trying to find them and ask why they are still awake.