Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 26 – What Happened To Angela (Sky’s POV) 

Angela took a drowsy medicine. 

By the time we reached home, she was sleeping soundly with her head leaning on my shoulder. When Frank stopped the car near the main entrance, he immediately got out of the driver‘s seat to open my door. “Angela, we‘re home,” I said, shaking her shoulder lightly, but when she only groaned, I knew she won‘t wake up. She breathed out, snuggling closer to me as she went back to sleep. “I‘ll just wake her up, Sky,” Frank said, but I shook my head. “It‘s okay. I‘ll just carry her,” I said, unfastening my seatbelt and hers. Frank‘s eyes widened in surprise. “Are you sure?” 

I smirked at him. “I carried her the first time we came home. Do you remember?” 

He chuckled, shaking his head as he opened the door wide for me. “Just be careful with the head,” he reminded me. I heaved a deep sigh. “I know.” I carried Angela like a bride, just like the first time we entered the mansion as a married couple. As I waited for Frank to open the door, I gazed at her face. The medicine must have taken its effect because the puffiness in her eyes and lips was gone. “What happened to Angela?” Elenita‘s worried voice greeted us as I stepped into the foyer. Frank closed the door and went straight to his room. I knew he had an upcoming exam, so he was taking his free time to study. 

“Just sleeping, Elenita,” I assured her. “Put it also in your list. She‘s allergic to squid.” I told her as I carefully climbed up the stairs. She followed us, and when we reached my bedroom, she opened the door for me but left us when we got into the room. 

When I put her on the bed, she opened her eyes. “Sky...” Her voice trailed off as she closed her eyes again, but I knew she was awake already. “Yes?” I uttered in a low voice, not leaving her side. “Undress me... I mean, my shoes. Please take off my shoes. I don‘t want the sheets to get dirty. I feel so dizzy,” she whimpered, massaging her temples. I wish to tell her I was willing to do both, undressing and taking off her shoes. I got up to take off her shoes but returned to her side. What did Angela do to my heart? When Lalaine came this morning, I was overwhelmed with happiness when I saw her, kissing her passionately, wrapping my arms around her body, and wishing to make love to her again. But I ended up feeling guilty, immediately realizing my mistake, and suddenly wanting to stay away from Lalaine as the wedding ring on my finger burned me, reminding me I was already owned by someone else. My fingers grazed her face, thinking if the dots were also the effect of her allergies because as soon as her eyes and mouth went back to normal, some of the red spots on her face were also disappearing Angela rolled to her side, wrapping her arms around my waist and hiding her face to my chest. 

Her even breathing told me she had gone back to sleep. 

“Dylan...” Angela uttered in her sleep. 

I tilted my head to check if she was really asleep. She took a deep breath and spoke in her sleep again. “Wait for me. I‘m going home soon.” 

I scoffed, releasing my body from her embrace. Anger crept through my skin, hating her for thinking of another man when she already belonged to me. I heaved a deep sigh, got up, climbed from the bed, and walked toward the study room. 

came into the room. When he saw me, he returned

you, Sky?” He laughed as he walked toward the chair in front of my table. “Not only did you escape with a young woman in the guest house, but

at the stacks of folders he brought

Surely you don‘t want any problem with Lalaine

her everything,” I reread the document, hating that I was distracted, not with

his head, waiting for

put it back on the table.

Sky. I wonder if it‘s about Uncle Steve being

him, rereading the document and signing

study room, bringing Leo a cup of

wake Angela up and tell her I need her here in the study room,” I said, taking another folder.

padded out of the

asked

almost finished reviewing

sleepy. He raised his head and curved a

so long?” I asked without looking at

covering her mouth as

glass of water,” I said, but when I caught a glimpse of her walking toward the refrigerator inside the study room, I shook my head. “From the kitchen, Angela.”