In the helicopter, Severo Laris saw her with a bad face and hands on her stomach.
Severo Laris asked, “What’s the matter, does your stomach hurt?”.
I ate spicy hot pot last night and today I had a wedding reception with a day of greasy food, my stomach is upset and I have some stomach cramps.
“Stomach ache.”
Severo Laris knows that he has a poor digestive system right now, as depression can cause reduced and altered appetite and digestive system functions, so the helicopter has stomach medication.
Severo Laris instructed, “Salvino, give me the thermos and the stomach medication.”
Salvino sat in front of the helicopter and handed him the thermos and stomach pills, “Chief.”
Severo Laris poured him a glass of warm white water, handed it to him and poured him a stomach pill.
Paula Rouco took the stomach pill from the palm of her hand and swallowed it with water.
She said distantly, “Thank you.”
Severo Laris didn’t like her saying those two words to him because it was so crude.
But now he’s not close to anyone, and it’s all the karma he’s sown that he endures.
Severo Laris pulled a thin blanket aside, covered her, adjusted her chair and said, “Take your medicine and get some sleep.”
Cramps in her stomach, some throbbing and stabbing, left her with little sleep.
She is lying down and Severo Laris is sitting up.
She lowered her eyes to Severo Laris’ back and asked expressionlessly, “Why are you so tall?”
Too attractive, and she didn’t like that he was attractive.
Severo Laris froze and turned to look at her, a slight smile appearing on his forehead, not waiting for her to speak for herself.
“You don’t like him?”
“Not like this.”
Severo Laris said patiently and kindly, “Then next time I’ll go unnoticed.”
Paula Rouco said, “I don’t need you to answer me.”
“I want to pick it up.”
“…”
A smart man, once a rogue, can be harder to shake off than a stain. He knows your whereabouts, your preferences, and most importantly, this man is surprisingly patient with you, and when you lose your temper with him, he still smiles warmly, as if you’re the one being unreasonable.
Paula Rouco was so confused that she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She even forgot to ask where exactly she was going home, whether to La Ciudad Santa or Imperial.
Even if she asked, she thought, the plane wouldn’t go where she wanted it to, and she couldn’t jump with a parachute, and anyway, she had been in the same room with him, not once, not twice.
Give it up, her stomach hurt and she didn’t have time to bother with it.
As she slept, a large, warm hand, fumbling inside the thin blanket, gently rubbed against the pit of her stomach.
One stroke at a time, not too fast, not too slow, very comfortable.
She slept a little more soundly.
…
Two and a half hours later, he arrives inside Villa Moon Lake Road in The Holy City.
Severo Laris picked up his wife, wrapped in a thin blanket, and carried her out of the helicopter.
The evening breeze is brisk.
Severo Laris looked at the person waking up in his arms, “Wake up.”
Paula Rouco asks, “Where is this?”
“Villa Moon Lake Road.”
“Why don’t you take me home?”
Severo Laris was a serious liar, “You said your parents don’t want me, and if they see that I’m the one taking you back, I’m afraid it will lead to war.”
“…”
Don’t you believe it.
Who would Severo Laris be afraid of? If she was afraid of her parents, wasn’t he the one who took her home earlier?
Severo Laris took her to the bedroom of the villa and removed the heels from her feet.
And then, placing her on the big, fluffy bed, he sat on the edge of it, looked at her and said, “Pity yourself here for tonight.”
“…”
It’s hard to tell that the house is so big and the bed so soft.
Paula Rouco is a little sleepy, she grabs the blankets, puts them on and doesn’t want to talk nonsense, she just wants to sleep.
The bed is too soft and once you sleep you don’t remember.
Severo Laris, amused at her heartlessness, reached up to pull back his blankets and asked, “Are you hungry?”
Paula Rouco covers her ears, not wanting to listen, and just sleeps with her eyes closed.
The smile in the corner of Severo Laris’ eyes flared at her sympathetic look.
He loved that she was whimsical.
Severo Laris stopped teasing her and tucked her in, then gently stroked her gently with his big hand through the blankets, as if he were coddling his little friend to sleep.
It wasn’t until she fell back into a deep sleep that Severo Laris got up and went down to the kitchen.
Make porridge.
And later, he washed a handful of pickled beans, diced them and fried up a plate of green peppers as a garnish.
Once everything was done, Severo Laris phoned Salvino Tejera.
“Have you finished drafting the contract I asked you before?”
Salvino said, “Drafted, boss, I’m sending it to you now…”.
“Well, send it.”
Fifteen minutes later, Salvino delivered the two contracts.
Severo Laris looked at the contract and wondered how to get Paula Rouco to sign it willingly.
When a person wakes up for the first time, he or she is usually disoriented.
A dark look shone in Severo Laris’ eyes.
The man took the two contracts and went upstairs.
The person in bed, sleeping soundly.
Severo Laris sat on the edge of the bed and patted her with a big hand, “Lita, lita?”.
Paula Rouco had her eyes closed and reached out to push her mercilessly.
Severo Laris reaches out and takes her small hand, opens the black signature pen, holds it in his and, following her handwriting, signs page by page.
And then, taking the red stamping clay, he squeezed her little hand, pressed the clay and inserted it into the signature.
All the while, Paula Rouco was asleep and unconscious.
…
In the middle of the night, Paula Rouco woke up hungry.
She stirred slightly and found her body surrounded by a long, strong male arm and, behind her, a warm male chest.
The large hand, brilliantly wrapped around her waist.
Paula Rouco lets go of the arm and sits up.
Severo Laris is also awake.
Paula Rouco, wrapped in her blanket, asked, “Why are you sleeping in my bed?”
Severo Laris rested an arm next to her and sat up, leaning slightly toward her with a playful smile in his gaze, fixing his eyes on her small face and saying, “lita, have you forgotten that this is my bed?”
“…”
Stomach rumbles.
She looked at him with a little embarrassment, “What are you laughing at.”
“Nothing, if you’re hungry you have to eat, get up, I made porridge in the kitchen and it’s still warm.”
And then they both went downstairs.
Paula Rouco sat at the table, holding a bowl bigger than her face, and ate two bowls of porridge with pickled beans and pickles.
The food is very abundant.
Severo Laris forbade her to eat more: “Too much will spoil your stomach.”
Paula Rouco frowned, “Severo Laris, why must you be in charge of how little I eat and how much I eat?”
“Then you will eat neither more nor less, and I won’t mind.”
“…”
When she had eaten her fill, she sat down at the table and Severo Laris lifted her up, saying, “Stay around the house.”
Paula Rouco: “… I don’t want to tremble.”
Severo Laris removed the dishes and washed them in the kitchen room.
Paula Rouco walked over to the couch and slumped down, an open financial magazine covering her face.
Severo Laris washes the dishes as he watches, from the open kitchen, the man on the couch.
She is well behaved and sleeps when she is full.
This does not help digestion.
After washing the dishes, Severo Laris wipes his hands and walks over to the couch to sit down, removing the magazine from his face with his long hands.
His eyes were warm and loving as he gazed at her little face and eyebrows.