OLIVIA'S POV.

I patiently waited for Marco to come back to the house which he finally did after almost thirty minutes. His shirt was a bit torn and he looked dirty too. His lips were swollen which I knew was a result of the fight earlier.

"Marco...why were you involved in a fight with Damien?" I asked him worriedly and he touched the injury with his pinky finger before taking a seat next to me. He looked at me and then at my bandaged body parts.

"Are you alright?" He asked me, neglecting my question.

"Yeah, I am."

"That's good then. Yesterday, I couldn't reach you so I started dialing...