Umberto’s mother acted with determination, and before the two of them could react, she closed the door.
Umberto dragged her into his room.
Last time, Albina had only had time to glance around, so now she took a closer look at Umberto’s room.
His room was very big, twice as big as the room they lived in now. It had few things in it and looked very open.
The design is very refreshing, even if Umberto hardly ever goes home, it is clean and spotless.
-So this is what a boy’s room looks like.
Albina sighed, and looked at some of the decorations in the room that represented Umberto’s youth, especially the trophies all over the wall.
She leaned over and looked at the lettering on the trophies, they were all from different types of contests.
Umberto walked over with the clothes, and when he saw her looking at her trophies, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of shame. The tips of his ears were slightly red, and he hurried forward and handed her the clothes.
-This was just brought by my mother, go take a shower.
Saying that, he tried to block her view with his body.
Albina smiled, looked at his embarrassed appearance and joked.
-The champion of the youth swimming competition in Sogen City. Unbelievable, I didn’t expect our Umberto to be a good boy with an all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical beauty and work.
Next to the trophy was a picture of him in a swimsuit and smiling happily.
His taut little body conveyed a youthful vigor, no one would have imagined that Umberto would become such a cold and indifferent person when he grew up.
Umberto met her gaze, and felt that she could see even through him. He pursed his lips and walked toward the bathroom with his large hands around her.
-Right now go take a shower. You have a lot of sweat on your body, don’t catch a cold.
-It’s summer now, how can I catch a cold? Don’t come so close to me, my body is full of sweat,” Albina muttered.
Umberto leaned toward her ear and chuckled.
-We can take a shower together.
-Are you serious?
Albina flinched instantly.
Umberto raised his arm.
-I didn’t shower properly a few days ago. Now that the wound can get wet, I can take a good shower now.
Saying that, he couldn’t help but run to the bathroom with Albina in his arms.
The two of them took a full and loving bath. They washed inside and out.
When they came out, Albina’s legs were sore. Her hair was wet and she didn’t know if her face was red from wetness or embarrassment.
Umberto hugged her and felt refreshed, even his face was relaxed.
Albina buried her face in his chest and twisted her fingers around his arm.
As a result, her muscles tightened, and not only was she not in pain, but her fingertips turned red.
Albina took a deep breath. Umberto laid her on the bed, wiped her hair with a towel in one hand, took her fingers with the other and kissed her gently.
-Does it still hurt?
Although he said looking at her fingers, Albina felt strange, thinking he meant something else.
-Of course it does! -she looked at Umberto- -Couldn’t you restrain yourself at that moment? You were as greedy as a wolf or a tiger, you’re a beast!
Umberto was extremely distressed, so he leaned over to embrace her and gently rubbed her neck.
-I can’t help it, I just can’t control it. You know it’s man’s primitive impulse. My room is soundproofed so no one can hear you. We’re alone, why are you still so shy?
He and Albina were in a relationship, she was very pretty and seeing such a vivid scene, and under all kinds of stimuli, if he didn’t have longing, he couldn’t be considered a man!
Albina’s ears turned very red again.
-Your hair is still wet. You’ll wet my clothes.
She wanted to push his big head away, but Umberto embraced her harder.
After a while, Umberto got up and dried his hair before letting her leave the room.
As soon as Albina came out, she saw Umberto’s mother leaning against the door of her room and looking at her with a smile. Then she raised her hand to look at the watch on her wrist.
-You took almost two hours.
As soon as these words came out, the blush on Albina’s face reappeared.
Umberto also followed her, and his mother noticed that his clothes were different and his hair was also wet. She realized what happened in the room.
-You must be tired. Lunch is ready, go downstairs and eat something to replenish your strength.
Umberto’s mother had a warm and outgoing personality. She had no scruples when it came to speaking. Hearing her words, Albina hesitated whether or not to go downstairs, took Umberto’s hand and hesitated.
Umberto looked at his mother.
-Mom, don’t talk nonsense anymore.
Umberto’s mother wanted to add a few more words, but stopped when she heard her son’s warning and looked at Albina with pity.
-Albina, in our family, you need to be bolder….
Before the words were finished, Umberto’s father went upstairs, looked at his wife and joked:
-No, no, no, no, it’s better to be shy. Albina, don’t learn from her. She was shy when she was young, but now she doesn’t know what shame is.
Before she finished speaking, Umberto’s mother flew up and kicked her husband directly.
But the father was prepared and quickly blocked her.
-I’m kidding, I’m kidding.
Umberto’s mother was pulled by him and twisted his arm with her fingers, causing him to gasp every now and then.
-Umberto, Albina, go downstairs and eat.
The father endured the pain and, after speaking, led the mother downstairs.
Umberto looked at his parents, the veins on his forehead popped twice, and his face was helpless.
After this joke, Albina relaxed and looked at Umberto with a smile.
-The longer I am with your parents, the more I get to know them.
Albina had a very good impression of Umberto’s father. Even if she had married Umberto three years ago, she only met him a few times and hardly knew him.
She was in frequent contact with his mother, but not in a good way.
Umberto’s mother has extreme likes and dislikes. If she likes someone, she will love them to the end. Conversely, if she hates someone, she will hate them to death. The good part is that it means she has a clear distinction between likes and dislikes, but the bad part is that if she allows herself to be influenced by other people, the result would be horrible.
After becoming Umberto’s mother’s favorite person, her conflicts totally disappeared. Albina really realized Yolanda’s happiness back then.
Umberto looked at his parents who had gone downstairs, sighed and dragged Albina downstairs.
If his parents were more trustworthy back then, he wouldn’t have grown up with grandfather and wouldn’t have distanced himself so much from them.
But now that he was grown up, even though he no longer cared about his parents’ love, the shadow he left as a child could not be removed.
Umberto thought about it, went downstairs and said to Albina:
-I will definitely be a good father in the future and accompany my children to grow up no matter how busy I am.
Although Albina did not understand why he suddenly said these words, but seeing his expression, her heart became warm.
-Yes, you will be a good father in the future.
Umberto turned to look at her and added gravely:
-Also a good husband.
Her pupils were very shallow and naturally a little cold. But when he said this, his eyes seemed warm and full of seriousness.
Albina’s heart shuddered, a current of warmth crept in and she unconsciously squeezed his hand tighter.
-Yes, I will also try to be a good wife and a good mother.
As soon as these words came out, Umberto’s face instantly burst into a smile.
-The food is getting cold.
The old man noticed the two people on the stairs, and used a cane to smash the mortar against the floor, making a splashing sound.
Only then did Albina wake up, noticed the three of them sitting at the dining table and looking at them with a smile. Her face involuntarily turned red and she pulled Umberto down.
Lunch was very tasty. Yesterday, Albina didn’t have time to say which dishes she liked over the phone, but almost every dish on the table was her favorite.
Mr. Santangel and Umberto’s parents are very enthusiastic. Everyone was very happy to eat.
Because it was a weekend, everyone enjoyed the lunch and completely ignored work.
Umberto accompanied the old man to play chess. Umberto’s father was a stinky chess player, so he stood to the side and watched his game.
From time to time, Mr. Santangel’s voice could be heard commanding his son to leave. Umberto was just watching the show beside him.
Umberto’s mother sent for them to find a thick photo album so she could watch it with Albina.