Chapter 283 Salsa's Secret Evil

Staring at Salsa with my gloomy eyes I could barely relate with the looks on her face, “You have a confession to make? How do you mean? And has the confession got anything to do with me?” I asked a bit nervous in my tone and yet to believe the reality that was playing before me. What was Salsa saying and what confession was she talking about. Her face wasn’t housing any iota of humor and could tell beneath those eyes of hers were bitter truth that she couldn’t condole any more