Eduardo Tercero had already gotten up and left in the morning, while Claudio Belles was still sleeping.
When Claudio Belles got up for breakfast and came downstairs without Eduardo Tercero, he casually asked Soledad, “Where is President Eduardo, who left in the early morning?”
Soledad said, “This morning I saw President Eduardo take a phone call and leave, probably to a meeting at the presidential palace.”
Claudio Belles raises an eyebrow, Eduardo Tercero is a real workaholic who doesn’t even take weekends off.
Claudio Belles was sitting at the table eating breakfast when Soledad couldn’t resist saying, “Miss Claudio, actually … today is President Eduardo’s birthday”.
Claudio Belles was stunned, “It is his birthday…”
Soledad saw that he was touched and said, “Miss Claudio, President Eduardo doesn’t celebrate birthdays much, but this house was too cold before Miss Claudio arrived, and it had been a long time since there had been a vacation, so if Miss Claudio would like to make a birthday cake himself to celebrate, President Eduardo would be heartily pleased.”
“But can I make a cake that is edible?”
I was afraid of poisoning Eduardo Tercero, but on second thought, if her birthday cake could poison Eduardo Tercero, it would save me a lot of trouble and I wouldn’t even have to arrange for Ming to do it.
Soledad looked at her with a serious expression and snorted, “I instruct Miss Claudio, a delicious cake will be made.”
Claudio Belles was generous, “Very well then, you can teach me this afternoon.”
“Fine, but, Miss Claudio, since we are going to surprise President Eduardo, we must not let President Eduardo know, and later we will have to ask Miss Claudio to telephone President Eduardo to try to find out when President Eduardo will be back.”
“Trouble. Got it.”
Claudio Belles picked up a sandwich and dropped it before eating it and heading upstairs.
Once in the bedroom, Claudio Belles bites into his sandwich while picking up his cell phone to call Eduardo Tercero.
When the call came through, Claudio Belles asked, “President Eduardo, when are you coming back today?”
There, sitting in the black Bentley, Eduardo Tercero, cell phone in hand, raised his eyebrows slightly as she took the rare opportunity to call him.
“What, you miss me?”
Claudio Belles sat down on a cushioned chair in his bedroom, folded his long, beautiful legs on the table in front of him and swayed quietly, without any embarrassment, “Yes, I miss President Eduardo very much, I want him to come back soon to keep me company, I get bored at home counting ants. . .”
“… Counting ants? Are there ants in the house?”
“It’s in the yard, it looks like it’s going to rain soon and the ants are moving around the yard.”
A man leaned slightly out of the window. The weather was gloomy and dreary, and he lied without turning red in the face.
Lies spread like water, and birds pass without a trace.
Eduardo Tercero, who had been in a somber mood all morning, perked up a bit for no apparent reason; the girl on the other end of the line was full of shit, but said she missed him, but still cheered him up.
But …
“I have something important to do today and I’ll be home late.”
The girl on the phone said, half smugly, half seriously, “So President Eduardo you have to be back for dinner with me at seven.”
Eduardo Tercero uttered a faint “hmm” before hanging up the phone.
Old K, who was driving in front, asked, “President Eduardo, are you going back to La Villa Real now or where?”.
After hanging up the phone, President Eduardo’s face cooled again.
Eduardo Tercero instructed, “Go to El tercer garden. ”
It was then that Old K remembered that today was the day of his wife’s funeral.
The third garden, the cemetery of The Tercero family.
Every year, on this day, Eduardo Tercero spends the whole day alone in The Third Garden after all his business, with no one to keep him company.
…
La Villa Real.
Claudio Belles followed Soledad around the kitchen all afternoon, discarding countless cakes and wasting a lot of buttercream before finally coming up with a birthday cake that wasn’t too ugly and looked good.
Claudio Belles, with a handful of buttercream, was about to take a picture of his freshly baked birthday cake when the sound of a car engine sounded in the yard.
“Miss Claudio, it must be President Eduardo coming back, let’s hurry and hide the cake!”