When Buena returned from the bathroom, Analeigh said, “Buena, why are you taking so long to go to the bathroom, sit down and eat, we are almost done with the tripe, would you like to order another plate?”
Buena calmed the emotions in her chest, her eyes twitched for a moment as she touched the unflappable Paula Rouco, but she quickly calmed down, “No, I’m on a diet, you guys can eat.”
Analeigh smiled and said, “I forgot if you didn’t remind me, I have a wedding dress and a ball gown to wear tomorrow and I need to eat less tonight before I strangle my belly tomorrow.”
Rio said, “Buena, you are so thin, look at your waist, you have almost a water snake waist, and you keep losing weight, watch out for malnutrition.”
Buena raised her hand . . and shook out her hair to protect the right side of Paula Rouco’s face, who had just used a thick powder to cover the red slap mark, which was no longer noticeable if you didn’t look.
Paula Rouco hit hard.
She bit into the bean sprouts she had taken out of the hot pot and broke them one by one in her mouth.
Paula Rouco, we’ll see.
…
After the hot pot, the party dissolves.
Benedict took the girls to a local four-star hotel.
Analeigh said, “I was going to let you stay at my place tonight, but my mom has a bunch of relatives staying at our place tonight and we ran out of room, so you’re staying at the hotel for the night. I’ll send a car to pick you up early in the morning and take you to my house.”
Rio laughed, “You are too kind Lemon, we are not outsiders.”
Benedict said, “Your stay at the hotel tonight is on me.”
Analeigh gave him a sidelong glance and joked, “You have common sense.”
Paula Rouco sat in the back seat and watched Benedict and Analeigh in front of her looking happy and genuinely happy for them.
When we arrived at the hotel, we were given three standard rooms.
After settling in, Benedict and Analeigh went home.
Buena looked in the mirror at the right side of her face, already swollen and high, after removing her make-up, with a furious and vicious look on her face.
…
Paula Rouco’s phone rang as she came out of the bathroom after her shower.
Caller ID, Albarran Bail.
It was her psychiatrist in the United States.
She took a deep breath and picked it up.
Albarran Bail said, “Paulita, for the time being, I am going back to my home country to develop. If there are any problems, don’t hesitate to contact me.”
Paula Rouco had thought Albarran Bail had called to inquire about her condition.
“Fine.”
“You’ve been off your medication for a long time, have you had any psychotherapy in the country recently?”
Paula Rouco said truthfully, “I haven’t had any treatment for that since I got back from Philadelphia.”
“Then wait until I get home, and then I’ll get back to you.”
“Okay.”
After hanging up the phone, Paula Rouco held the phone in her hands for a long moment in silence.
On the phone, a Facebook message appeared.
The person who sent the message was: work hard to earn money to support Lita.
Seven years ago, she did not change her note to Severo Laris, who, surprisingly, did not change his Facebook nickname either.
Paula Rouco clicked on that Facebook post.
Trying to earn money to support Lita she asked, “Have you made it to Liceo yet?”
The RoucoPaulita family: “How did you know I was at Liceo?”
Trying to earn money to feed Lita: “Things I care about and would like to know if I want to know. Especially people and things that I am especially concerned about.”
RoucoPaulita’s family: “…. I’m going to bed.”
Trying to earn money to feed Lita: “Go to sleep, good night, and remember to tuck yourself in.”
“…”
Paula Rouco wanted to go back, she was not three years old.
But in the end, too lazy to go back.
She put the phone on airplane mode and casually rested it on the edge of the pillow.
Turn off the lights and go to bed.
…
The next day, Paula Rouco was in town to attend Analeigh’s wedding.
It’s the second wedding her age she’s attended, the first being that of Rufio and Susana.
One by one, the best friends around us are getting married.
It’s hard not to get excited.
I wonder if Susana will be married and who her husband will be by the time her and Analeigh’s children are off the floor.
A message came through on Facebook on your phone.
From trying to earn money to feed Lita: “Is the wedding over yet? I’m coming to get you.”
Paula Rouco froze.
Severo Laris is coming to pick her up? Where is she now?
She was about to ask when a loud roar suddenly came from the sky.
All the villagers outside eating wine looked up.
A private helicopter was seen crossing over their heads.
“There’s a helicopter coming!”
“It looks like it’s going to land in our yard.”
“It’s not a bride snatcher, is it?”
“Crow’s mouth! What nonsense!”
Paula Rouco looked at her phone screen and then at the private helicopter that was about to land and probably understood what was going on.
Sitting next to Paula Rouco, Rio and Buena, also watching the action.
Rio said, “It’s not like she’s Lemon’s old first love or anything, is it?”
Buena: “How could Lemon have met a rich man with a private helicopter before?”
“Yeah, also, who the hell is he.”
The helicopter’s propellers spun rapidly as it slowly descended towards the ground.
Not long after, landing in the compound.
Into the helicopter descended a long, jade man, wearing a wrinkle-free white shirt, straight black pants, a dapper, dazzling appearance, and a powerful, calm aura about him.
He walked faithfully from the side of the helicopter into the crowd.
Eyes, fixed on a slender figure.
Severo Laris took a step this way, attracting everyone’s admiring attention.
Rio let out a shriek of astonishment, then hastily covered his mouth and looked at the approaching man with wide, disbelieving eyes.
“Severo Laris, it’s really Severo! Hasn’t … he, he’s been gone for seven years? How could he suddenly appear here?”
Buena’s eyes, staring straight ahead.
Today, Severo Laris is a man of national and worldwide prestige, listed on the Forbes list and a success in everyone’s eyes.
Buena unconsciously rose from her seat and glared at Severo Laris, who approached them.
Until, that is, Severo Laris approached Paula Rouco.
Severo Laris’ affectionate gaze, which lingered on her at all times, asked her in a soft voice, “Have you finished eating?”
Paula Rouco wiped her hands, stared at him and said, “The wedding feast isn’t over yet. What brings you here?”
“I picked you up and couldn’t bear to see you squeezing onto the high-speed train alone.”
“…” The high-speed train is not crowded.
Paula Rouco arrived by high-speed train because there is no airport in Lyon.
Suddenly Severo Laris arrived, and he was too flashy for her to eat well, so she got up and said, “I’m going to say hello to Analeigh. ”
Severo Laris nods slightly.
Paula Rouco entered the house and, after greeting the bride, exited the house.
Severo Laris has picked up her chain purse from the bench and slung it nonchalantly over her right shoulder. With a small women’s Chanel bag slung over her body, Severo Laris not only looks graceful, but also extraordinarily gentle.
Severo Laris looked at her and asked, “Is the greeting over?”
“Hmm.”
“Come on.”
Severo Laris reached out and took the girl’s hand in his and pulled her away from the crowd.
Rio gaped, bit down on the chicken leg in his hand and said, “Severo’s pretty cute too, flying in a helicopter to take Paulita home?”
Buena looked cynically at the two figures she saw, Severo Laris chivalrous and affectionate, holding Paula Rouco’s waist as she climbed into the helicopter.
And then the man closed the cabin door, and the moment he did, the man reached out and took the girl next to him in his arms.
Buena’s fingers, resting under the table, grew tighter and tighter, her knuckles white and bruised.
Which makes Paula Rouco the center of attention and a favorite wherever she goes.
Why did Severo Laris have to have her when she was so cold and indifferent towards him?
What is it about her that is not as good as Paula Rouco.
Paula Rouco doesn’t argue, so she rightfully accepts all of Severo Laris’ affection and pampering.
What exactly makes her.