It’s 1 a. m. after a long day of gambling.
Claudio Belles lay down on the passenger side and fell asleep.
Eduardo Tercero took a deep look back and with a free hand again lifted the black trench coat that had slipped over his body.
Bumping into it, Claudio Belles unconsciously splayed out in his car seat, hugging his trench coat as he slept more soundly.
The cars, speeding down the river road.
Edward the Third withdrew his hand and sighed deeply.
The feeling of looking at her like that now and not getting it either was like a tentacle taunting his heart from time to time, it stung and made him uncomfortable.
Not that he hadn’t thought of asking Aurelio to simply bring back the memory of his hypnotic dream.
But Eduardo Tercero is still Eduardo Tercero, he has his pride and what he has lost, including untouchable hearts, he wants back.
Even if, in this battle of love, he never had a chance to win.
For ten years, she had no memory of him, her heart was inhabited by White Wolf, whose life she valued more than her own, and for whom she lived and died, and he knew all this.
Bitterness, remorse … crept into the heart without a pore.
What relationship can withstand a ten-year gap and lost time?
But she had lived in his heart for so long, so long, that she had attached herself to so many organs, spreading to the veins, that to truly uproot her would be something Edward the Third seemed incapable of doing.
He felt as if he had committed suicide.
She always remembers that she gave him the best of herself, and she always remembers that ten years ago she too had defied life and death for him.
…
Back to La Villa Real.
Claudio Belles is still asleep and does not seem to wake up.
Eduardo Tercero leaned against the car, cocking his head to one side and just watching her in silence.
As she sleeps, she is a little less cold and a lot less aggressive, and seems much softer.
Eduardo Tercero raised his hand, Almira touched the tip of his nose, and finally Almira’s slender fingers scraped the tip of his nose.
Very pampered.
Eduardo Tercero seemed to feel much better inside, leaning back in the car seat with his hands on the back of his neck and his eyes closed.
…
Almira Arenas has been waiting for Eduardo Tercero to return.
As soon as she saw Eduardo Tercero enter the house, Almira Arenas immediately greeted him, “Chill …”
Before the words were out of her mouth, she saw the woman cradled in Eduardo Tercero’s arms.
Eduardo Tercero’s eyes told her to be silent and then, with the sleeping Claudio Belles in her arms, she moved toward the second bedroom.
Almira Arenas stood at attention, her fists clenched.
After Eduardo Tercero carried Claudio Belles to the bed, there were no lights on in the second bedroom and, in the half-light, Eduardo Tercero was about to get up to turn on the light when his neck wrapped around someone tightly.
Eduardo Tercero thus leaned over the bed, holding one of Claudio Belles’ arms with his big hand and looking at his sleeping face.
The sleeping woman, murmured: “Esteban, don’t divorce me … I am very sad…”
She was very sad because no one saw it.
Everyone thinks that even Claudio Belles, who is trapped in love, is still invulnerable.
Eduardo Tercero’s body stiffened for a moment and his face sank.
Then, pushing away her hands that were tangled around his neck, he moved slowly and sat down on the edge of the bed beside her.
Moonlight streamed into the cold night, and in its dim light Edward the Third saw the tears at the corners of her eyes, and when he raised his hand to wipe them away, she caught it and buried half her face in his palm.
Like a child, her hands firmly grasped his.
Eduardo Tercero was comforted by her as if he were Esteban Zaragosa.
When he saw her crying and saddened by another man, he should have been angry, but when he saw that she was really hurt, it seemed that he was too, and he could not even accuse her.
Eduardo Tercero stared at her and lowered his voice to a muffled whisper, “Esteban Zaragosa does not belong to you. claudio, when will you remember that you loved me?”.
It sounds like a question, but it is more like a conversation with oneself.
…
Early in the morning, at the breakfast table.
Claudio Belles received a call from Joachim Moras, directly in front of Eduardo Tercero, on this side of the phone, saying he would meet him after breakfast.
Eduardo Tercero, for the first time in his life, ignored her and did not stop her, as if consenting to the freedom she wanted.
Shortly thereafter, Eduardo Tercero left and went to the council chamber to deliberate with the minister.
After Eduardo Tercero’s absence, Almira Arenas had no choice but to mock Joaquin Moras when he picked up Claudio Belles in sao’s blue Ferrari.
“Hm, as soon as President Eduardo is not at home, he hooks up with young white guys and pretends to be fake.”
Claudio Belles scoffed and said, “It’s not like I’m Miss Almira pouring her heart out to President Eduardo. I had no feelings for Edward the Third to begin with.”
With that, he followed Joachim Moras out of the Villa Real in style.
Leaving Almira Arenas with an angry face.
What makes such a woman, a pilgrim woman, so popular with President Eduardo?
…
A chill enveloped the Council Chamber, a high-level meeting, and the air pressure was so low that no one dared to breathe aloud.
Alvino Escajeda threw down a stack of photos and grimaced, grimaced: “Mr. Eduardo, look what you have done! Eduardo is trying to commit treason.”
Eduardo Tercero raised his hand and picked up the photos from the conference table, a sarcastic smile on his face. “I didn’t think General Alvino had time to send someone to keep an eye on my personal love life.”
“Hmph, if you didn’t do these things, naturally I wouldn’t know.”
Eduardo Tercero looks at a photo of a man and a woman, who are none other than he and Claudio Belles, kissing on the road last night.
The shot is not very clear and a bit blurry, but the irony is real.
“Is it appropriate to hold an accusation like treason over Eduardo’s head?” Eduardo Tercero picked up the photograph, with a cold glint in his eye.
Said Alvino Escajeda: “But it is a fact that Mr. Eduardo has had dealings with female agents of the Ming Organization and we are not interrogating Mr. Eduardo now, that is out of respect and reverence for the Organization of the occult. ”
Eduardo Tercero scoffed at these grandiloquent words, “So General Alvino has reverence and respect for the Occult Organization. ”
Alvino Escajeda looked at him through gritted teeth, “Eduardo Tercero, Almira, of your age, watch what you say! Ten years ago, we turned a blind eye to the fact that you handed over a major transportation hub like Valencia for free to the Z for the sake of the Ming Organization, a female agent, and I sent someone to investigate her, the same woman from ten years ago! And now what, Mr. Eduardo is going to be turned by this female agent?”
“It’s no longer a Ming organization. ”
“A little trick like being eliminated from the Ming organization, a trick to fool a three year old, I think Mr. Eduardo is obsessed with women or has ulterior motives!”
In this case, Eduardo Tercero was at a disadvantage.
The fact that Alvino Escajeda was the oldest husband of Erasmo Rolan and that La familia Escajeda had been a member of the founding family, coupled with the fact that Alvino Escajeda had a distinguished war record in his youth, made him a powerful figure among the ministers.
Alvino Escajeda took the lead and the other ministers also attacked him.
Eduardo Tercero cupped the photos and his dark eyes peered as he looked directly into Alvino Escajeda’s pale eyes. “Is General Alvino really afraid of my collusion with the enemy, or is it simply to avenge the death of the son-in-law of your former president?”
Alvino Escajeda’s face turned red as he was punched in the face and he stood up pointing at Eduardo Tercero, “You! Don’t you dare talk nonsense.”
Eduardo Tercero stood up calmly and said in a cold voice: “I see that today is not a day to discuss political matters, but to crusade against my private love life! Since we are not discussing politics, I am sorry that Eduardo is not present”.
Eduardo Tercero left his ministers and, as he headed for the door, he seemed to remember something, turned to Alvino Escajeda and shook the photos in his hand, saying, “General Alvino, I will not return these photos to you, but the next time you let someone follow you, I don’t know if you will be able to see.”
“You!”