Chapter 52: The Billionaire's Son Return

Marco Fernando Jr. sat in seat 4b looking out the window of the plane, watching it taxi down the NAIA runway. He couldn't believe that after two years of being away from their house that he would be coming back from Shanghai, China. He smiled and sat in his chair and lowered the belt attached to it.

"Oh My Dear Philippines!"

A few hours after the plane landed at noon he allowed himself to choose blue jean shorts and a white polo t-shirt, a pair of rust-brown men's sandals that he got from a shopping SM mall were on his feet. He wiggled his toes out of the sandals and looked down at his laptop. He plays a chess game on the internet. It was his turn. He checked exactly where he could move a pawn, just so he could enter his opponent's domain. After some decisive thought, he moved his pawn to the right of the third chess piece on the board.

Marco Fernando Jr. went home to Bacoor City, Cavite where his mother's house is, near Molino Boulevard.

Marco Junior walked up to his old house, looking outside the house, not really sure he wanted to go to its entrance. There were so many memories there that left a familiar ache in the middle of his heart. He wiped his eyes and swallowed back the pain. The pain was caused when he was still in high school. Youth that caused his pain and weakness in life. But why did I come back here?

He remembers learning to drive his car on the sidewalk when he was twelve years old. His mother bought it for him; his first car, memories that will not fade with time.

He could clearly see the vast farmland and subdivisions around it. He was a teenager then, with the same long arms and legs as a high school student. At the time, he was going through his dream phase and wore a blue denim jacket outfit he got for Christmas while he was riding. A smile formed on his face as he remembered the wind blowing over his face, giving him the feeling that he was flying.

He inhaled sharply, he could hear the sound of a small horn on his handlebars, warning the invisible villains to get out of the way.

Marco Fernando Junior laughed softly at this nostalgia and turned off the ignition. He rented a car to get to their old house immediately. He opened the door of his rental car and got out. Closing the door and locking it, he stepped to the curb and walked up to the house.

When he opened the door, he heard it open. The creaks are from its lack of use. Pushing it all the way, he went inside and then closed it. He walked down the hall, noticing that the floors looked very clean having not been walked on in two years. He entered the living room. The blinds were still closed the way he had removed them, leaving the room dark and impossible to see. He reached over to the mini blinds and twisted the shaft, allowing light to flood the room.

When that happened, he was surprised at how clean the room was, the floors were polished, mopped, and the throw rug under the coffee table looked like it had been vacuumed. He didn't remember leaving the living room like this. He didn't do it. A frown replaced his brow and he walked through the living room towards the kitchen. Even shining, shining as much as he could. It's like her mother never passed away. The brass knobs on the cabinets took on a shine. The gas stove looks new. Even the table didn't seem to be left in disarray at his departure. Taking a deep breath, he went through the back door, not bothering to check if it was locked, and went up the stairs, feeling a strange air and presence. It's refreshing.

When he entered the hallway, his heart seemed to stop. He immediately recognized the scent of lilac. Sighing, he wondered if he had done it. Of course! His mind screamed. That's why he smells like lilac.

He looked at the hallway bathroom. It looks as clean as the whole house. He stared in awe, a smile forming. He needs to know where he is and thank him. He went through there, going to the master bedroom where his mother's things were. Opening the door, he noticed that all of his things were in the same order that he had left them. No one was interrupted. He nodded, understanding why he would leave them alone. He closed the door and went to his room. He looked around, seeing that the bed was made, the floor was cleaned, and even the clothes were neatly folded in the drawers. The only space in the room that was untouched was his closet. He turned to it and looked down.

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At that time, Hershey Villamor, the beautiful girl, was standing outside the house, wondering if she should go in. He knew it was trespassing and if any official found out, he would be fined. He sighed and as usual, ignored the pleading plea not to go inside. He couldn't help it. Ever since he left, she felt it was her responsibility to take care of this house. She promised Ms. Danielle Gustilo, Marco Fernando's mother that she would take care of the house. She turned the knob and opened the door.

Marco Junior froze when he heard a creak from downstairs. Nervously, he left his room, went to the closet, and got a baseball bat. As much as he wanted to say it was Hershey, he wasn't so sure.

That's how he was crushed before in his back in a concussion in Manila. When he stayed with Norman, he came home one night, thinking whoever was home was Norman and he was rewarded with a TKO on the spot. He promised not to repeat that mistake. Pulling the bat over his shoulders, ready for the purpose, he walked up the stairs slowly; made his way to the kitchen.

Hershey closed the door behind her and turned to turn on the light.

Marco Fernando Junior took the last step down, holding the bat tightly in his hand. Take a deep breath, he said in a clear, calm voice. "Stop right there!"

Hershey stopped, feeling her heart beat faster. She shouldn't be here. How did she manage to miss his car?

Hershey flipped on the switch next to him, suddenly lighting up the living room.

Marco's heart immediately jumped out of his chest and he felt more anxious than he had felt before he held the bat, "Chocolate?"

Marco Junior stood without moving or speaking. He could imagine her thoughts and began to speak what came out of his mouth. "I park out in front of the curb. You won't recognize the car. It's a rental car."

Hershey stiffened. Marco Junior's eyes scanned her body, running over all the curves. She stood there for at least two minutes before walking over to where he was standing. She took this time to turn around and look him in the eyes.

"Hi."

"Hi. What are you doing here?"

Hershey put her bottom lip to her mouth. When her eyes landed on him, she pushed them away stuttering. "Well...I..I.."

Despite the circumstances, Marco Junior found a smile forming.

Hershey was confused. He watched her as she stumbled over her sentence. "I...well, your Mom...I just want to help...you know, since I...um promised your Mom that I will..."

Marco Junior pulled himself against the wall, allowing himself to come closer. "Thank you."

Hershey put her hands in her pockets, worried. Taking in the short cropped hair, which now looked straight, and the beautiful eyes, she couldn't believe he was there. He was wearing a white polo shirt with a collar and blue jean shorts and sandals. She couldn't help but notice the beautiful hump on his shoulders and legs. Even his face is fuller in its heart shape. He grew a goatee just below his lips, it was very sexy.

Hershey stood and as Marco Junior walked over to the kitchen table and sat down. Glancing at him, he said, "Sit down."

Hershey was still standing, her legs unable to move. He sighed heavily, looking at her. "Up to you."

Marco Junior's gaze landed on her form, taking in the pastel pink muscle shirt, pencil leg blue jeans, and a matching belt tied around his waist. He let his eyes drift down to her tennis shoes and then back to her face. He looked into her eyes, and he smiled, "It's still beautiful. You look good."

This caused him to turn his eyes away from her and to the left where the cabinets were. He remembered that he hadn't asked her if she wanted something to eat.

"Are you hungry?" Marco Junior asked, excited.

Hershey took a taste. "You know, I think I need to go. I should go." Hershey turned and opened the door.

He watched in wonder as she ran out of the house.

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