Chapter 41. Prisoner

In recent days we have often met Red. I told him everything I worry about.

“I’m scared, Red; I’m scared to know the truth. He’s being cold.” I bent my jaw in my palm as my elbow rested on the table. Red with his Eva look, of course, because he is wearing a white inner and a black blazer paired with his black slack. His lipstick is even redder on my lips, and the eyes shadow is thick.

He said he had caught a wealthy American who loved him! He said he bought a condo unit sports car and now has a boutique.

I don’t know, and I’m afraid to ask everything away from Marco. I’m scared to see that he might be cheating on me.

“It’s just complication.” I sighed again.

Red glared at me. “You’re in so much pain there! Why? Did you ask him about what you saw? Ha? Try to confront him! If he would say, it’s true! Then break up with him!”

“Red, I am not joking!”

“Well, I’m not joking too, okay? Do you know? For me, Marco isn’t fooling you. You know some wome