Vincent stood there watching Natalia exit the car and walk into the house. He couldn't understand why she came to Gerald's house at this hour.
“What is going on?” Vincent muttered.
He had a hunch that something was not right. He hurried to the villa and began to look at how to get into the house. His wandering glance was drawn to the second-floor balcony. He could easily get in if he could just get there.
Vincent got to the balcony by climbing up a pipe. However, he found the glass door locked from inside.
“Shit…” he cursed, passing his fingers through his curly black hair.
Inside the villa…
“Natalia, my darling…” Gerald approached her, spreading his arms wide on either side. "I'm amazed at your punctuality."
He wanted to hold her in his arms, but she dodged and moved to the other side of the hall. Fear and rage intermingled in her eyes.
“I am here, Gerald,” Natalia pretended to be brave. However, only she knew how shaken she was from within.