Bab 45: Why Marcel

Two years ago.....

Macy hummed a tone as she stepped out of the shower, tieing her robe belt. Her hair was tied with the towel since it was wet and she went back into her room.

She stood over her dresser, about to untie the towel when her gaze somehow connected to the mirror and she saw a figure sitting on her bed, causing her to release a yelp.

"Christ, Jesus! What the fuck, Victor!" She shouted, her hand over her chest as she was still reeling from the shock.

"You scared the bejesus out of me," Macy complained once more only to realize the person she is speaking to has not even said a word.

"Victor?" her brows arched questioningly and she was beginning to get uncomfortable with his silence. The victor she knew would always welcome her with a kiss and was quite jovial. His sudden attitude made her scared a bit.