Paula Rouco spent five days in the hospital because of a minor concussion.
For five days, Severo Laris watched her as if she were the enemy, forbidding her to get out of bed or move a muscle.
On the sixth day, Paula Rouco’s phone rang and the caller ID read: Angelo.
Severo Laris saw the caller ID, but politely handed her the phone anyway.
Paula Rouco took the call.
Angelo had not called her in a long time.
She answered, “Hello, Angelo.”
On the other end of the phone Angelo had just gotten off the plane and said, “Paulita, I just returned home to Imperial, earlier you said you had returned home too, are you now in La Ciudad Santa?”
He unconsciously glanced out of the corner of his eye at Severo Laris, who was standing next to him, and then, turning slightly sideways, said on the other end of the phone, “I’m not in La Ciudad Santa, I’m at Imperial. ”
Angelo was quite surprised, “Where are you at Imperial? I’ll meet you later when I get home and pack up.”
“I …”
Before he could say anything else, the phone to his ear was snatched away by a large, slender hand.
Severo Laris said directly to Angelo on the other end of the phone, “He’s in the hospital and needs to recuperate, he can’t see his friends these days.”
And then he simply hangs up.
“…”
Paula Rouco glared at him, “What are you doing?”
“He approached you for no other reason than to play with you, and you’re in no condition to do that.”
He said it with all fairness.
Paula Rouco frowned, “I would have been fine too, the doctor had told me I could go home and rest.”
“Which doctor told you that? You tell me.”
He approached suddenly, with a forced, dangerous look.
If there was that kind of irresponsible doctor, he would gladly find someone to fire the other one.
“…”
Paula Rouco was speechless, squeezed his little hand and said, “Severo Laris, I have to be discharged today.”
He had forced her to stay in the hospital for days, and it was unpleasant for her to be watched by him like a prisoner every day.
Severo Laris looked at her sulky little face, silently, without saying a word.
After a long while, the man’s cold voice asked, “Are you so anxious to get out of the hospital, is it to go see that hairdresser of yours?”
“It’s none of your business.” It was none of his business who he went to see.
“What if I don’t agree?” Severo Laris’s gaze, deep.
Paula Rouco sneered, “You say you can be good to me whatever it takes and that you don’t care if I want to be with you or not, but what do you do now if you don’t force me to reconcile with you. Severo Laris, if you can’t do it, don’t say such things. I hate it when you don’t keep your word.”
The words are like daggers stabbed into Severo Laris’ heart, stained with blood.
Severo Laris knew he owed her so much that he could never make up for it in his lifetime.
Seven years ago, he didn’t keep his promise to stay with her all the time, and he knew, through and through, that it was his fault.
Severo Laris has won many business battles, almost without defeat, but in front of her, he will never win.
…
Paula Rouco was discharged from the hospital without incident.
Severo Laris offered to drive her, but she refused.
Salvino sat in the car, looked at his boss in the rearview mirror and hesitantly asked, “Boss, should we follow the lady?”
Severo Laris looked at the small, slender figure and said, “Follow.”
The black Maybach, not far behind, slowed down and followed the figure carefully.
It seemed ridiculous to Severo Laris himself that he was willing to send his wife to another man.
Generous to such an extent.
Soon after, Salvino saw a blue Maserati pull up next to Paula Rouco, who climbed into the passenger seat.
The blue Maserati, disappeared in the dust.
Salvino unconsciously noticed the boss’s face, which was cold.
“Boss, do you need me to look into the owner of that Maserati right now?”
If it had been a male owner … things would have been a big problem.
Severo Laris closed his eyes slightly, a little annoyed, his voice cold as frost, “No, go back to the office.”
The owner of that Maserati, who couldn’t know any better.
Severo Laris has recalled the accident that occurred on the set of the station of the Halftime Guardians and asked Salvino: “How did the camera fall off the set, was it man-made or an accident?”
Salvino went to investigate the matter a few days ago, but got nothing out of it, and the truth is he said, “There were too many monitors on their set, and that day they were all out of cache, so they didn’t check the monitors.”
Severo Laris frowned slightly and said, “Those responsible for the safety of the machines and equipment, did they take care of them?”
Salvino nodded, “Everyone responsible, everyone involved was fired, and, a claim was made against Guardian Broadcasting. The money, has been paid into the wife’s account.”
Severo Laris’ slightly furrowed brow then relaxed slightly.
…
Paula Rouco met Angelo six months ago.
She was on tour in the UK at the time and Angelo was studying for a master’s degree at Cambridge University, so the two met.
Angelo kept driving, occasionally glancing at Paula Rouco on the passenger side and asking with a smile, “How have you been, are you still happy?”
Paula Rouco said, “Nothing to be happy about, that’s all.”
“Who was that man … on the phone before?”
Paula Rouco drops her teary eyes and says nothing.
Angelo probably guessed and said, “Severo Laris?”
She didn’t lie, just gave a faint “hmm” and said, “We met a while ago and then I had a little accident and he helped me a little.”
Seven years ago, Paulita took a break from her studies shortly after her accident at Imperial University, and Angelo gave up his exchange student status at Imperial University and did not go to study there.
To this day, he is still at fault.
In the last seven years, we’ve all grown up and we don’t talk to each other as much as we did when we were kids. When people grow up, that means distancing and disconnection.
But Angelo still felt sorry and said, “If I had gone to Imperial College as an exchange student earlier that year to protect you, maybe that wouldn’t have happened to you either.”
Paula Rouco sighed and said, “It’s all in the past, the old days, let’s not talk about it.”
Angelo said with a relaxed smile as he drove and gave her a hand to rub her head, “Okay, let’s not talk about those sad things, now that I Angelo is back, I’ll cover for you from now on, I’ll see who dares to bully you.”
Paula Rouco turned her head to look at him.
In the last seven years, Angelo has matured a lot, and his whole persona has become more introverted. Although he is still gangly at times, there is already a calmness in his temperament that a grown man should have.
Paula Rouco looked out the car window and asked, “Where are we going?”
Angelo twitched his lips and smiled uncontrollably, “Seeing how unhappy you are, this prince I’m going to take him for a pinch of pleasure.”
…
Half an hour later, he arrives at a luxurious motorcycle club.
Angelo chose one of the latest Harleys and asked Paula Rouco: “Paulita, what do you think of this one?”.
Paula Rouco, who doesn’t know much about motorcycles, took a look at it and said, “It’s quite nice.”
The manager politely asked, “Prince Angelo, shall we keep this one?”.
Angelo rubbed his chin, took a couple of glances and said, “There, give me the helmet.”
The manager handed two helmets to Angelo, who took one of the pink women’s helmets and put it on Paula Rouco’s head.
Paula Rouco’s eyes widened slightly as she asked, “Does it open now?”
Angelo helped her put the helmet on and hooked his thin lips, “Let you feel what the thrill is.”