KACA.
The main electrical switch for the entire villa was off and the house was dark.
Eduardo Tercero was about to get up to turn on the light when, out of the darkness, a source of dim, warm light suddenly came on.
Claudio Belles holds a birthday cake with candles and sings a birthday song as he approaches Eduardo Tercero.
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”
The beautiful young female voices, slowly reaching Eduardo Tercero’s ears, were like a drum beating the softest part of Eduardo Tercero’s heart.
He never had another birthday after the age of ten, and no one sang happy birthday to him after his mother’s death.
Every year, even though it is his birthday, for Eduardo Tercero it is just a day of mourning for his mother.
Claudio Belles, birthday cake in hand, approached Eduardo Tercero, the bright candlelight enveloping his pretty, delicate face, the light softly illuminating his eyes, which looked like a thousand starbursts falling from them, smiling softly and sweetly as he looked at Eduardo Tercero.
“President Eduardo, happy birthday.”
Eduardo Tercero looked for a moment at the girl in front of him and something struck him inexplicably in the heart.
Claudio Belles had just placed the birthday cake on the table when he was tightly embraced by Eduardo Tercero.
“President Eduardo?”
Eduardo Tercero hugged her so tightly that she couldn’t see the man’s expression, only to hear him whisper in her ear, “It’s been years since my birthday.”
He spoke matter-of-factly, “All the more reason to celebrate, then, but isn’t President Eduardo fond of hilarity?”
Who doesn’t like to have a good time? Only those who have suffered loneliness will unconsciously reject hilarity.
Eduardo Tercero let go of her slightly and looked into her clear, watery eyes through the bright candlelight as he spoke, “Today is not only my birthday, it’s also my mother’s memorial.
Not having a birthday because you’re sad?
“So President Eduardo went to the cemetery today to pay his respects to your mother?”
Eduardo Tercero emitted a slight “hmm” and lowered his eyes slightly, his expression darkening, “But my mother died because of me, so it’s not a holiday to celebrate.”
Claudio Belles reached up, wiped off some cream and suddenly nudged the tip of Eduardo Tercero’s nose.
Eduardo Tercero was stunned, knowing she was bold, but not expecting her to smear cream on his face.
Claudio Belles looked at her expression a little stunned, the white cream wiped on the tip of Eduardo Tercero’s nose, it was a little out of place, his temperament so serious and cold, but now it was as if she had caught him.
He smiled slightly, looked directly at Eduardo Tercero and said, “Even if your mother died because of you, surely your mother did not want President Eduardo to be sad and depressed every year on this day because of her, a day to honor his mother, naturally, but also to celebrate his own birthday. The dead are dead, but the living are still alive, and President Eduardo’s mother would be sad and depressed if she were in heaven and saw President Eduardo so unhappy.”
Edward the Third looked at the rare gentle side of the little fox’s face and listened to her rare and gentle assurances, and a slight warmth crept through his heart, like a stream of hot springs flowing over it, and it was extraordinarily peaceful.
Edward the Third’s sullen, handsome face finally melted for a moment, “I didn’t think the little fox who is so eloquent and only dislikes people would be able to comfort them.”
Claudio Belles flattened his red lips and said significantly, “President Eduardo you are underestimating me too, not only am I comforting, I also know how to bake cakes.”
Eduardo Tercero’s eyes lit up as he looked at the not at all delicate and pretty birthday cake in front of him and finally relented, “I say what kind of bakery makes such a crude birthday cake.”
As it turned out, the little fox made it himself.
When he didn’t get the praise, he moved the cake in front of Eduardo Tercero across the table and said, “President Eduardo doesn’t like my cakes, so no need to be so sarcastic, he doesn’t want to eat them, I want to try mine.”
Eduardo Tercero took the birthday cake away, stared at it and said two words, “I’ll eat it.”
The girl smiled and pointed to the candles without forgetting to remember, “By the way President Eduardo, you still haven’t made a wish!”
“I don’t have any wish.”
Claudio Belles: “… How is it possible that a normal person can’t have a wish?”
Edward the Third: “99% of the wishes in this world can be fulfilled with money, status, power, and obviously, I have all of those.”
Claudio Belles growled slightly, “President Eduardo, you are flaunting your wealth.”
“That’s right.” The man was not impressed and did not see it as a boast; after all, it was the daily routine of the wealthy.
Claudio Belles sat next to Eduardo Tercero, holding his chin in thought, “President Eduardo you say that 99% of this world’s wishes can be granted with money and power, but what about the remaining 1%, President Eduardo can grant that President Eduardo can wish for the remaining 1%.”
Eduardo Tercero thought about it and considered that the little fox was right. The one percent of desires that cannot be achieved with money and power are probably the most desired in a person’s life.
Eduardo Tercero looked at the young woman next to him, not knowing if he was joking or getting serious, looked at the small, luminous face of the girl in front of him and said, “Well, I wish.”
Claudio Belles turned his head and met the deep, burning gaze of Eduardo Tercero.
The light was dim, but his face was still vaguely red.
Eduardo Tercero pressed his thin lips together, smiled faintly and blew out the candle.
By the time he blew out the candles, the electric switch in the villa had not been turned on, and in the darkness Claudio Belles suddenly asked, “Presidente Eduardo did you mean what you just said?”
The man answered him with four words, “No?”.
Gangly, domineering, prodigal … and even a little cynical, but that tone of voice also carried a hint of seriousness.
The villa lights, once again, came on.
Eduardo Tercero saw the young fox’s slightly dazed face and asked with a slight smile, “Intimidated?”
Claudio Belles shakes his head and asks curiously, “Why does President Eduardo like me, I’m nothing more than a stray cat that President Eduardo picked up?”
Eduardo Tercero wiped the cream off the tip of the girl’s nose, looked at her with a slight smile and said, “You don’t look like a stray cat, do strays bark at their owners? Or do stray cats demand justice? A stray cat runs to hug its owner’s leg even if the owner ignores it, for fear of being abandoned. But when I ignore you, you also ignore me and get angry with me, and you have no awareness of being a stray cat.”
Claudius Belles arched a pretty eyebrow, “So President Edward likes it when I am capricious and domineering?”
Eduardo Tercero reached up and rubbed his hair, “Claudio, it’s hard to like someone. But since at one time you made my heart flutter, I won’t let you go. It’s hard for a lonely, cold person like me to meet someone who makes my heart flutter. But now that you’ve started, don’t stop. If I fall in love with you, I will use all my wit and skills to love and protect you.”
Looking at the man’s handsome and focused face, shit, she also seemed to be having a heart attack.