“I’ll ask again. What’s going on here?”

Carmela escaped her hands from Max’s. She folded her arms together.

“We were just chatting, Max” Nichole chuckled, hitting max in the chest. “It’s nothing serious. You don’t have to bothered about it.”

Max turned to look at Carmela but she kept evading his face because if she looked at him she’ll cry even more.

“Carmela, are you okay?” Max held her shoulder, but she shake his hands off, she sniffed in and hold her ...