After Eduardo Tercero released the ropes from Claudio Belles’ hands, the latter shook his wrists, apparently unintentionally, and blurted out, “Those men of yours are tightly bound.”
Eduardo Tercero grabbed his wrist and examined it, frowning slightly as he saw the red strangulation marks on his wrist.
The man’s thin, calloused fingers couldn’t help but rub the red marks on her wrist.
“I’ll go get the ointment.”
Eduardo Tercero was about to turn away to get the medicine cabinet when Claudio Belles stepped back, “Eduardo Tercero, tell me, do you love me?”
Eduardo Tercero’s eyes fluttered, as if he had not expected her to ask so directly and abruptly.
But the man didn’t mince words when it came to admitting it either, staring into her eyes as his thin lips spat out one word: “Love.”
“Since when?”
“Ten years ago.”
“Even though I left you for ten years, do you still love me now?”
Eduardo Tercero’s eyes, for a moment, looked at her, “Yes.”
Claudio Belles took a deep breath and asked again, “Was the silver gun in the box you asked Old K for a gift?”
“Yes, you got it ten years ago when I taught you how to shoot, but you didn’t take it.”
“And what about the wooden comb?”
Eduardo Tercero’s eyes narrowed for a moment and he said in a deep voice, “That wooden comb had your hair wrapped around it, and the only trace that could be preserved after your disappearance was the hair you left on that comb. So I kept it until now.”
Claudius Belles looked at the man before him, his eyes dark with deep emotion.
His heart, vibrating, said he was not moving.
“And what about Almira Arenas?”
“I sponsored her when I was in college, because her name was Almira and at that moment I thought of Claudio, and out of the blue I got involved. But there were no feelings for her as a man or a woman. Like a parasite, I was good with her.”
“You had sex with her?” asked Claudio Belles bluntly.
Eduardo Tercero’s face sank and he pursed the corners of his lips, a little disgruntled, but nevertheless explained, “No.”
He thought to himself that he had good self-control, except in front of her.
All the questions Claudio Belles had in mind were asked, and for a moment, there was a little shiver.
Eduardo Tercero hugged her around the waist and looked down to ask in a low tone, “Satisfied with my answer?”
I couldn’t tell what it felt like.
“I don’t know.”
These days, her mind is scrambled by the recovery of that memory with Eduardo Tercero.
The feeling toward Eduardo Tercero is also very messed up.
Before he regained his memory, he knew he had feelings for Eduardo Tercero between a man and a woman, but nowhere near the love Claudio felt for Eduardo Tercero ten years earlier, never mind life or death.
But now that she had all the memories of Claudio from ten years ago, facing Eduardo Tercero seemed like a new sensation.
It was a feeling that left her a little overwhelmed.
Eduardo Tercero let go of her and turned to get the first aid kit, picked up an ointment and helped her apply it to her wrists.
Eduardo Tercero ducked his head and opened his voice slightly, “I don’t care how you feel about me now, I can give you plenty of time to fall in love with me again.”
Claudio Belles could not help but laugh out loud at the man’s domineering words, “You mean I will have to end up loving you no matter what?”.
Eduardo Tercero stresses, “It’s re”.
“…”
“And if I don’t fall in love with you this time, or I don’t love you as much as I did ten years ago, what do you want?”.
Eduardo Tercero rubbed the ointment on his wrist and said, “I didn’t think so, I didn’t think it would happen.”
Claudio Belles: arrogance!
“You say you love me, so why haven’t you been with me for the last ten years?”
There is regret in Eduardo Tercero’s heart at the mention of this, “When you fell into the sea, the Ming organization made me think you were really dead. By the time I found out later that you were still alive, you had forgotten about me and I couldn’t reappear before you for a while.”
Claudio Belles nods his head and can hear the regret in Eduardo Tercero’s tone.
And he couldn’t help but reassure her, “You should be glad that I am alive and in front of you now.”
Eduardo Tercero looked at her pretty little face, her eyes finally rippled and she smiled warmly, “I am very happy, although I was hoping you would come to the border to see me, I couldn’t help it, I was very excited to really see you.”
Excited?
“You are very calm when you are excited.”
Eduardo Tercero took her hand and pressed it against his left breast, “It’s beating fast.”
Touching her left heart, Claudio Belles suddenly remembered something.
Ten years ago, she had been captured by Erasmo Rolan’s men and subjected to the torture of the red-hot iron, which left a piece of skin on her chest necrotic, which Eduardo Tercero transplanted with his own skin.
Since then, the wound has grown back and is unmarked.
Claudio Belles reached out and Almira stroked the spot on his chest where the skin had shifted. “That skin, it has grown, hasn’t it?”.
Eduardo Tercero took her small hand between his, “It grew a long time ago.”
…
In the night, Claudio Belles is not pretentious, it would have been within a hundred days of the deal with him, and besides now that he has recovered his memories of ten years ago, there is nothing wrong with sleeping with Eduardo Tercero.
Claudio Belles arrived in a hurry and did not bring a change of clothes.
Eduardo Tercero held out his white shirt to him, “Just for one night, tomorrow I’ll borrow new clothes from the girls at the doctor’s office during the day, you can make do with them for a few days and I’ll have them sent from H-Town. ”
Claudio Belles comes out of the bathroom after a shower wearing a white shirt from Eduardo Tercero.
Held from behind by Eduardo Tercero.
The man buried his face in the back of her neck and let out a deep sigh, “Claudio, I would love to have you by my side all the time, no matter what we have left blank or missed these last ten years, I don’t give a damn as long as you are by my side.”
“So when the pact was first signed, why didn’t you say all your life, but let me stay with you for a hundred days?”
Edward the Third buried himself in the back of her neck and let out a soft laugh, “I’m afraid to scare you.”
“Why did you force me to come to you? If you love me, why do you want me to come and suffer when the frontier lives in such bad conditions? If you love someone, shouldn’t you feel sorry for her?”
Edward the Third squeezed her waist, “I am still afraid you will run away.”
Although he didn’t want her to come to this harsh place, he was also afraid that, with him being at the border for a year and a half, the faint feelings she had for him before would disappear.
“What are you afraid of?”
Eduardo Tercero is half joking, half serious: “I fear that she will even have children with other men in the meantime. Then I would regret it. So, instead of condescending to you, stay with me in this horrible place.”
“Edward the Third, have I mentioned yet that I don’t like being married or being a housewife, let alone having children or taking care of them and becoming a baby mama?”
“That’s okay, I can oblige you with anything.”
As long as she was his, the rest, didn’t matter.
Eduardo Tercero lifted the woman in his arms horizontally and carried her to the bed, his large hands caressed her face as he looked down at her and said, “This is good for now, at the border you can’t escape.”
Claudio Belles smiled, reached out his hand against Eduardo Tercero’s chest which was about to close and said, “Before you were left to your own devices by our deal, to stay a hundred days and do all the things you wanted. But now things are different, and I know you want me, so I have a request.”
Edward the Third looked at her, dragging his ears.
“You can’t touch me until I fall in love with you again.”
The woman in his arms showed a fox-like cunning.
After a long while, Eduardo Tercero pulled away from her and lay down on the bed, looking at her sideways.
His little fox, as always, had not changed a bit.
Eduardo Tercero looked at the woman next to him and, gaining an arm’s length, threw his arm over her and rested his head on it, then buried it in his arms and gave her a light, lively smile, “Presidente Eduardo, buenas noches.”
Eduardo Tercero: ….
This allowed him to hold but not eat.
It was as if what he held in his arms was not a soft fragrance, but a hot potato.
But the woman in his arms, on the contrary, deliberately played with the fire on him, hugging and touching him, but as soon as Eduardo Tercero moved, she stopped.
The woman also gently warned: no touching.
Damn double standards.
Claudio Belles was sound asleep on the man’s chest when he couldn’t help but reach out and touch Eduardo Tercero’s firm abs, not forgetting the compliment: “What a body.”
Eduardo Tercero: “…”
The day had come when Eduardo Tercero had been conscious and obedient enough to embrace this woman and simply sleep through the night.