But Severo Laris, seemingly oblivious, stood behind her, leaned over and reached around her, pointed a long finger at the wrong place in her workbook and said, “The math is wrong here, the answer should be X to the fourth power.”
Paula Rouco hurried to cross out the wrong answer and fill it in again, explaining, “Yo, I, I was so nervous I made a mistake.”
Severo Laris looked at her little head with a slight smile in his eyes, “What makes you nervous doing algebra?”.
Paula Rouco let out her hot little face, “I didn’t know you’d suddenly be after me.”
Severo Laris paused for a moment and said, “Pick up, I’ll take you to school.”
Paula Rouco hurried to close her books and notebooks and stuffed them all into her backpack.
Rufio raised his eyebrows, “Hey, Paulita is leaving. By the way, Severo and I have a trial tomorrow morning at ten o’clock, so you’ll have to come watch us fight. Don’t blame me for not reminding you, Severo looks great in court.”
Severo Laris copied a folder from his hand and coldly slapped it against Rufio: “You’re fit to be a fool.”
Rufio: “…”
Is it wrong for me to establish a brotherly relationship?
This Severo, who doesn’t know any better, will regret it later!
…
Severo takes Paula to school on his bicycle.
Paula Rouco is sitting on the bar of the bike in front of him, wrapped in his arms, in a position so… ambiguous that it looks like a genuine boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. It’s like a genuine boyfriend/girlfriend relationship.
It’s a bit of a walk back to school.
Paula was wondering if he would think she was a pain in the ass.
Luckily he didn’t eat dinner tonight.
But, the next moment, her stomach growled.
Severo looked at her, “Are you hungry?”.
Paula: … This is also very embarrassing!
She was in such a hurry to get dinner to the buffet that she didn’t bother to eat it herself.
“I… I’m on a diet! So I haven’t had dinner.”
Severo frowned slightly, she was so thin he could lift her with one arm, why slim down. “You’re not fat, starve your body and you’ll regret it later.”
Paula Rouco lowered her little head and the corner of her mouth twisted; he said she wasn’t fat, so that meant she was thin in his eyes, well, that must be it.
“Sometimes you talk just like my father.”
Keeping her in line.
But it feels good to be in Severo’s hands.
There are many small restaurants along the road in this area, and Severo stops in front of a ramen store.
“Get out of the car and go get something to eat.”
Severo Laris and Paula Rouco entered the ramen store and Paula Rouco ordered a beef ramen, while Severo Laris was not hungry and did not have a bad habit of eating late at night, so he did not.
Paula Rouco eats the noodles, carefully removing all the scallion and cilantro from the noodles.
When Severo Laris saw this, Paula Rouco was quick to explain, “I’m not picky about food!”.
She’s very well fed.
Paula Rouco didn’t want to look delicate and hard to feed in front of him, in which case he would dislike her, I guess.
He seems to prefer a more sensual and generous girl like Engracia?
Paula Rouco couldn’t resist picking up the conversation again while eating her noodles, “Severo, are you close to that Engracia?”
“Not bad.”
“… Oh.” So does that mean it’s a good relationship?
The ramen tasted good, but as I ate it, my appetite was taken away a bit.
Severo Laris looked at the bowl of noodles he still had mostly left, “Full?”.
In the spirit of not wanting to waste, Paula Rouco kept her head down and Iita snorted and snorted again.
Severo Laris is very quiet, very sharp and doesn’t talk much.
Paula Rouco couldn’t resist saying, “I don’t have class tomorrow morning, can I come to the courthouse to see how the trial is going.”
“As you wish.”
So that’s a yes?
…
After eating the noodles, on the way back to school.
The road in this area is under repair and is currently full of potholes and motorcycles sometimes take a few tumbles.
Severo Laris, fearing that he would fall off, quietly ordered, “Hold my waist.”
“…”
She turned slightly to one side and obediently reached over to hug him.
This made them sit almost face to face, her face buried in his arms, very hot, very red, very hot.
After a long while, she asked, “Severo, do you usually take the girls home on your motorcycle?”
“I’m not that free.” The other party threw him a very nonchalant comment.
Paula Rouco curved her lips, satisfied with this answer.
“So … Engracia has ever ridden in your car?”
Severo Laris frowned slightly, seeming to be asking too many questions, “Checking the account?”
“… Don’t say forget it.”
The girl’s brittle voice contained a tinge of loss.
Severo Laris looked at her little face and finally said, “No, I just sent you like this.”
The little face buried in his arms, smiled even sweeter, and behind her ears, the little hands that held him by the waist, tightened.
Severo Laris felt those slender arms encircle him and the tip of his heart moved slightly, as if a breeze was blowing on him.
…
The next morning, Paula Rouco asked Analeigh to cover for her, skipped morning classes and took a cab to the courthouse to see Severo Laris in court.
When she arrived, the mood in the courtroom was solemn and the trial had already begun.
Severo Laris, as the plaintiff’s defense attorney, was dressed in a formal suit, black suit, white shirt and straight black pants that enhanced his long, shapely legs.
It was the first time I had seen Severo Laris dressed so formally, with his aura in full force, his bearing cold and chilling, a legacy of the world.
When it was Severo Laris’ turn to speak, he was so well organized, calm and to the point that he put the opposing defense attorneys on edge.
Rufio, who was also seated in the audience, looked the girl next to him in the eye and leaned over to whisper a joke: “Isn’t it fascinating how our Severo plants himself in the courtroom and defends himself?”
Said Paula Rouco, her little face as red as a boiled shrimp, “That’s right!”
The mouth is the heart.
Two hours later, the judge closed the court.
Rufio and Paula used to wait for Severo.
Severo Laris and the plaintiff were leaving the courtroom when they met the defendant’s parents.
“Attorney Severo, I advise you to withdraw from this case, the first trial has already passed and you did not get the result you wanted, and I tell you that the second trial will not either.”
Severo Laris sketched a slight smile, calm and cool, “Why do you care if I keep fighting this case, when you are sure we won’t win the second trial?”
“You!”
As they left the courthouse, Rufio and Paula Rouco were waiting for Severo Laris at the door.
The plaintiff in this case was Milagros, a country girl, in her third year of college, who had recently been raped by the son of an important civil servant. The case is complicated by the fact that Milagros had a brief relationship with the defendant, so although the evidence is sufficient, it will take a lot of effort to get the defendant a stiff sentence.
Milagros and her parents have been brave enough to take it to court.
Milagros’ father gratefully shook Severo Laris’ hand at the entrance of the courthouse: “Attorney Severo, thank you very much, if it wasn’t for you and attorney Rufio, our family doesn’t really know what we would have done. I would even like that guy to die if he could.”
As he finished the sentence, Milagros’ father gritted his teeth with reddened eyes.