Chapter 16: JEALOUSY II

★ ★ ★ ★ The next day, Pablo woke up with no remembrance of what happened the previous night. Anastasia sighted him from afar as he approached from the opposite direction. He was walking with Iran by his side, on seeing Anastasia a warm smile played on his face. Anastasia looked away, and she maintained the same gaze until she had passed him. "Morning, Anastasia." He greeted. She ignored him, walking pass him. He stops walking, turning to look at her. "Ana, you aren't gonna reply my greeting?" She stopped, also turning to him. "I'm not interested in your greeting." She eyes him, walking away. He looked at Iran, "What's with her?" He asked. Iran shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know." Pablo shakes his head, continuing his way to his father's room. He opens the door, walking in. Vito coughed, using a white handkerchief to cover his mouth, blood stained the handkerchief. "Dad, are you alright?" He asked, walking towards him. "What's going on?" Vito squee