Shortly after breakfast, Claudio Belles’ cell phone rings.
Caller ID, Esteban Zaragosa.
Esteban Zaragosa came to make a video call, not wanting to die.
She didn’t go after this guy, but arrived at his door without his life.
Claudio Belles sits on the rug next to the couch and picks up the video call.
As soon as the video is connected, Esteban Zaragosa and Dulcina Calvo appear in front of the camera.
Dulcina Calvo squints her eyes with a sweet smile and waves her little hand in greeting to Claudio Belles, “Hi Claudio, how have you been?”
Claudio Belles hardly looked at her sideways and said coldly, “Thanks to you and your husband, I am living a life of unbearable suffering and when I leave Eduardo Tercero and leave R, I will definitely go to La Ciudad Santa to settle my accounts with you.”
There, Esteban Zaragosa put his arm around Dulcina Calvo and smiled slightly, “Claudio, I do it for your sake, you are safer when you stay with Eduardo Tercero, and again … forget it, you’ll understand my pain. ”
“Your heart? Your bitterness is to sell me and be free to be with Dulcina Calvo.”
Esteban Zaragosa rubbed his nose, unjustly, “Claudio, am I the kind of person who values sex over friendship?”
“You are, you are! Esteban Zaragosa, now I especially regret helping you ask Eduardo Tercero for the elixir that saved Dulcina Calvo! It’s none of my business whether Dulcina Calvo lives or dies.”
Dulcina Calvo, on the other side of the video, rubbed her hands together and smiled to please her savior: “Claudio, thank you for saving my life, I’ll never forget it! Fist in the air.”
“…”
At the end, Esteban Zaragosa also said, “Claudio, spend some time with Mr. Eduardo, you might fall in love with him”.
Claudio Belles: “… to hell with him”.
As he hung up the video, Claudio Belles ripped the phone out of his hand.
This hit a Mr. Eduardo.
Eduardo Tercero stood in the doorway and raised his hand to shake the phone that Claudio Belles had smashed into his hand. “You want to murder your own husband?”.
“…”
Claudio Belles looked annoyed and put his hand to his neck.
Claudio Belles did not react until Eduardo Tercero entered the house, placed his cell phone on the coffee table and went upstairs to his study.
“Who is my husband? You are not.”
With this perspective, she managed to delight Eduardo Tercero.
Eduardo Tercero walked straight up the stairs, his thin lips hooked, and dropped an atmospheric comment, “Mrs. Eduardo take it easy on the phone before you hit someone again and hurt them.”
Damn it!
“Who is Mrs. Eduardo?”
“Whoever asks for it does it.”
“…”
Claudio Belles stared at the man’s elegant, erect back, surprisingly helpless.
…
Almira Arenas cut a dinner plate and passed through the living room, symbolically asking Claudio Belles, “Miss Claudio, would you like some fruit?”
Claudio Belles leans back on the sofa, resting his head with one hand and stroking the head of HAHA’s little dog with the other, intently watching the action movie playing on the TV.
Not just watching, but sputtering, “It’s so fake moving.”
“I’m surprised the guts didn’t rupture from all that thrashing.”
“Boring.”
HAHA on the other side shook her dog’s head and hated it: fake and you’re still watching? Bored and still watching? Why don’t you go upstairs and make out with President Eduardo?
Look, Almira Arenas is already upstairs with her fruit plate to go ahead!
And look at your hostess…
HAHA: I can’t take him.
…
Almira Arenas went upstairs with a fruit platter, knocked on the study door and entered the bedroom.
“President Eduardo, it’s me.”
Almira Arenas then opened the study door and entered, only to be almost wounded by a concealed weapon.
Eduardo Tercero, however, merely asked coldly, “What is it?”.
“I saw that President Eduardo was busy working right after I got back, and I was afraid that President Eduardo didn’t know I was hungry, so I cut up some fruit and went over…. Can President Eduardo eat some fruit before he continues working?”
Eduardo Tercero pursed his thin lips and said, “In the future, do not enter my study unless you have something to do. There are many concealed weapons laid out in the studio.”
“President Edward … that fruit …”
“Keep it. I’ll eat when I’m hungry.”
Almira Arenas bites her lower lip, a little reluctant to leave.
Eduardo Tercero asked, “Anything else?”
Almira Arenas spoke hesitantly, “There is something … that I don’t know if I should say.”
Eduardo Tercero raised an eyebrow, with a gleam of interest in his eyes, “About Claudio?”
Eduardo Tercero knows all about it.
Almira Arenas nodded decisively and stammered, “In the morning President Eduardo was away and I saw Miss Claudio on a video call with a man, and it was something extremely intimate.”
“Oh?”
Intimate enough to make her throw the phone out the window?