Claudio Belles ate and drank his fill and then went back to sleep because he was so physically exhausted.
Eduardo Tercero watched her for a moment before setting to work in his study.
Old K returned from the interrogation in the darkroom, knocked on the door and entered the study, reporting, “President Eduardo, the two guards said that the iron to mark Miss Claudio was used by Estefan, the president’s secretary. ”
Estefan? The lapdog who saddled Erasmo Rolan?
Eduardo Tercero had a murderous look on his face, “Pick a dark and windy night and invite him to the dark room for a while.”
“President Eduardo, after education, will they be freed or not?”
“After a good education, release him and return him to Erasmus Rolan, who will no longer trust him, and it is better to leave Erasmus Rolan’s own biting dogs at his disposal.”
Old K nodded, receiving his orders, “Yes.”
Seeing that Old K was not going to leave after his report, Eduardo Tercero raised an eyebrow and asked, “Anything else?”
“President Eduardo, there is something I don’t know if I should say.”
Eduardo Tercero pursed his thin lips, Eduardo Tercero’s face was not unsalvageable, no emotion was distinguishable, “Since I don’t know whether to speak or not, I should not speak.”
“…”
Old K was holding back a little.
Eduardo Tercero looked at him, “Well, go ahead.”
That’s when Old K raised his voice and said, “President Eduardo, Miss Claudio survived two days and nights of torture in Erasmo Rolan’s dungeon if she really was a normal, ordinary girl, do you … really do not find that unusual? Erasmo Rolan’s reason for kidnapping Miss Claudio was that Miss Claudio’s identity was suspicious and that she might be a spy, plus the fact that Miss Claudio was such a tough person doesn’t surprise you?”
Eduardo Tercero is silent for a few seconds, looking straight ahead with nothing in his eyes, as if in contemplation.
“President Eduardo?”
Eduardo Tercero looked up and said, “Of course she’s not an ordinary girl, if she was ordinary I wouldn’t have brought her.”
“President Eduardo, I mean…”
“Well, there is only one thing about Claudio’s identity, and that is that I, Eduardo Tercero, am the woman.”
Old K had to shut up: “Yes.”
When old K left the studio, Eduardo Tercero was left alone in the studio for a long, long time.
…
When Eduardo Tercero entered the bedroom, he discovered that the woman in the bed had disappeared.
And the bathroom door was closed and the light was on.
Eduardo Tercero’s brow furrowed, anticipating what the woman was doing, and he hurried into the bathroom.
And as he expected –
In the bathroom, the little woman had taken off her blouse and was sitting on the edge of the tub, dipping a towel into the water and rubbing herself.
Eduardo Tercero’s face darkened and he walked over to her and snatched the towel from her hand, “Your wound is not completely scabbed over and you must not touch the water.”
“… President Eduardo, when did you come in?”
Claudio Belles blushed slightly and was about to pull a towel over the side of his body to shield it from view when Eduardo Tercero lifted it across the room, suddenly losing weight in the air, and Claudio Belles hurried to pull the towel with one hand and wrap the other around Eduardo Tercero’s neck.
“I haven’t washed it yet.”
Eduardo Tercero strides into the bedroom with her unceremoniously in his arms and says in a deep voice, “Why didn’t you ask me to clean it for you?”
“I’m not missing an arm or a leg, I’m not crippled, I can do it myself.”
Edward the Third looked down, his dark eyes looked deep into her, “Do you have eyes in the back of your head that can see where the wound on your back is?”
“…” Claudio Belles’ ears were burning, “I’ll ask Soledad to rub it for me then, no need to bother President Eduardo. President Eduardo you are busy with work…”
Before the words were out of her mouth, Eduardo Tercero had put her to bed and said, “As busy as I am with work, I have time for your business.”
“…”
Inexplicably, she bristled.
Claudio Belles bites his lip and looks at the man with clear, watery eyes, one of his arms still around Eduardo Tercero’s neck, so that at this moment, his handsome face is so close to hers that she can feel his breath.
Eduardo Tercero’s brow was almost relaxed, the light in the room was warm and orange, he was looking at her with an extraordinary gentleness, even his voice was much lower and magnetic, “Still not loose?”
Claudius Belles’ heart felt as if it had been sprinkled with many bouncing, bouncing gumdrops.
She let go of the arm around Eduardo Tercero’s neck and turned her heated face slightly away and, for once, with the pretensions and reserve expected of a girl, pulled the covers over her body and said, “But President Eduardo is a man, and men and women don’t get along.”
Eduardo Tercero sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on her and his tone anodyne. “Since you want to be my wife, start by getting used to this, and if you’re going to draw a line in the sand with me, Claudio, what do you mean by sleeping in my bed now?”
“… It is clear that it was President Eduardo who took me to sleep here, I was already unconscious when President Eduardo rescued me, it was President Eduardo himself who took me to sleep in your room wasn’t it?”
“But you are awake now, and you could have refused, but you didn’t leave either. isn’t that right?”
Edward the Third stared at her and spoke the great truth, word for word.
Claudius Belles resisted the impulse to grab her forehead and did not deprive herself of flirting, as girls are wont to do, because she was now in President Edward’s bed and had slept there, and even if she got up to leave now, President Edward would not let her.
There was no need to torment her wounded body, so she turned her head to look at Eduardo Tercero and said, earnestly and innocently, “President Eduardo’s bed, it’s soft and comfortable, and once I sleep, I don’t want to get out.”
Eduardo Tercero looked at her, his handsome face close to hers, his dark eyes staring at her, speaking with an air of righteousness and fearlessness, but the little vixen could not keep her face from blushing.
Edward the Third leaned in and his thin lips rested on her forehead as Almira planted a goodnight kiss, “The room is yours, sleep well.”
“…”
Won’t you be staying the night with us?
Edward the Third seemed to see through the confusion in the little fox’s eyes and said with a faint faint smile, “If you want to stay with me to sleep, I don’t mind. But by sleeping together I don’t mean cuddling under the covers and holding hands in pure conversation.”
Claudio Belles: “… President Eduardo, good night and good dreams”.
When he finished, the little fox pulled up the quilt and covered his head.
The smile on Eduardo Tercero’s lips widened at the corners of his face as he looked down at the bun-like quilt, tender beyond words.