-I don’t want to sing…
Umberto thought for a while and answered.
When Albina heard this, she pouted and narrowed her eyes, very dissatisfied.
-I can’t sleep if you don’t sing.
What else could Umberto do? He could only pamper his darling.
A low voice sounded in the bedroom.
-Sleep, sleep, my darling…..
Umberto’s voice was sweet and soft, his ears turned red. After singing, Albina was still looking at him.
-I’ve finished, why are you still not sleeping?
Albina answered:
-I want to hear you sing love songs.
She was covered with the quilt, only her head was exposed, her face was red and she looked very pretty. But what she said made Umberto very excited.
Umberto and she looked at each other for two minutes, seeing his lingering look, she finally agreed,
-Okay, love song.
After singing a song, Albina looked at him in disgust.
-You’re not happy at all, as if I’m going to die tomorrow.
Umberto was a little angry, gritted his teeth and said:
-Albina, if you still don’t sleep, I’ll be rude to you.
Albina turned her head, without looking at him, said:
-You sing so badly and you won’t let me comment.
Umberto had been married to her for three years, he had never let Albina drink, and he never thought she would look like that when she was drunk.
He swore he would never let Albina drink in the future.
Umberto asked helplessly:
-So, what should I do and are you going to sleep?
As soon as he finished speaking, he found that no one answered him, he looked at Albina and discovered that she had fallen asleep.
Umberto lowered his head and smiled. He helped Albina cover the quilt, kissed her on the face and fell asleep hugging her.
This time, without the help of sleeping pills and Albina’s massage, but Umberto fell asleep quickly, it only took less than three minutes.
The next morning, Albina woke up groggy, she felt dizzy and very uncomfortable, she put her head down, frowned and got up holding the quilt.
Just as she was about to lift the quilt, she was suddenly startled.
This was not her quilt.
Albina suddenly woke up, she discovered that it wasn’t her room either, but Umberto’s, why was he here?
She tried to think about what happened last night, but she only remembered that Alberto wanted to rape her, she didn’t remember the rest.
Albina didn’t know how she got to Umberto’s house.
While she was thinking about it, she suddenly remembered something, carefully lifted the quilt and looked inside.
She was suddenly stunned.
She was wearing only a white T-shirt and all her underwear was gone.
How could it be, did Umberto take advantage of her drunkenness?
But this thought made no sense. Every time she had sex with Umberto before, her body would be exhausted, but this morning, she felt nothing.
-Now to him, no hard-on?
Thinking so, Albina said it straight out.
Umberto had just come out of the bathroom when he heard this, he was angry all of a sudden.
Hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Albina turned her head and saw that Umberto was wearing only a bath towel, he was standing at the bathroom door, looking at her with a burning look, she was surprised and suddenly lifted the quilt to cover her head.
Umberto approached with no clothes on, sat down next to Albina and pulled the quilt off her head,
-Don’t cover your head, you won’t be able to breathe.
Albina’s quilt was forcibly pulled off, she saw his chest and muscles, everything was so perfect.
Her face suddenly turned red, Umberto approached her directly and touched her forehead with his hand.
Albina’s face almost stuck to his muscles.
She quickly pushed Umberto away, turned her head sharply and took a deep breath.
-Sinvergüenza!
As soon as she said this, Umberto laughed,
-Am I a scoundrel? Albina, you dare to say this?
-Why not, you don’t even wear clothes, aren’t you a scoundrel?
Umberto looked at her, smiled and turned his neck to show her the scratches on his neck,
-Look, these scratches were made by you.
-How is that possible? -Albina stared at his neck.
Umberto’s skin was delicate, and the scratches on his neck were particularly obvious and a little scary.
-Don’t deny it, you’ve been teasing me yesterday, asking me to bathe you, always calling me darling, kissing me and hugging me.
Umberto said with a resentful expression, and when he spoke, his face flushed.
Albina was stunned.
-Stop it!
Albina couldn’t believe that the woman Umberto said was herself. But the scratches on her neck were obvious.
This made her have to believe.
-Y… did we do it?
Albina muttered, her face was red and hot.
Umberto answered directly:
-How could I do such a thing while you were drunk? It’s lucky for you that I can control myself.
Albina was relaxed. It was good that nothing had happened, otherwise, she really didn’t know how to face Umberto.
-I’ll leave. I’ll massage you in time. If there’s nothing else, we don’t contact, we have to keep our distance.
Albina said and looked at Umberto.
If Umberto hadn’t heard her words last night, he wouldn’t know what had happened, so he wasn’t angry. He just heaved a sigh and thought Albina was cute when she was drunk. She called him darling, said he was handsome, looked at him with a face full of admiration.
Umberto looked at her helplessly and gently:
-Albina, I have nothing to do with Yolanda.
Albina was astonished.
-How is it possible? Obviously…
-What? -Umberto suddenly asked- Now let’s talk about it directly so as not to cause misunderstandings, otherwise our relationship can easily be ruined.
He was sincere and looked at her with affection.
Albina frowned, finally made up her mind and said what she had been holding back for a long time:
-That day, we made an appointment at seven o’clock, you came back to take a shower and the clothes were lying all over the floor. When I picked up the clothes, I discovered that there was a lip print on your shirt. You told me that you left the company at six o’clock, during that hour and a half, you went out with another woman, didn’t you?
Umberto touched his chin, it was no wonder Albina’s expression was very strange at that moment. After he came out of the bathroom, she was very indifferent about him.
Yolanda touched those clothes, that’s why she threw them straight into the trash.
-So how are you sure I was with Yolanda that day?
Umberto wanted to know this.
Albina hesitated for a moment, she didn’t want Umberto to know it was Miguel who told her, so she said directly:
-Accidentally I saw two pictures of you and Yolanda, so I was sure.