It was one o’clock in the morning when Antonio got off the plane.
Not tomorrow, it’s in the morning, it’s today, it’s Marcos’ wedding and although he is very desperate to get Mangzarent Nation off his back, he’s going to have to leave it for a while and come back for his brother’s wedding.
-President, shall I take you to the office?
The cabin attendant couldn’t help but ask again, when it became clear that the president had just stepped off the plane and was instructed to approach.
It was a bit strange, the president was very strange lately, more calm, serene and unsmiling than before, working as if he didn’t want to die, and now he was actually going to live at the company instead of going back to his wife’s side!
Before it was clear that I hated being with my wife all the time….
Antonio had decided to go back to live in the office, but at his assistant’s question, he hesitated a little and Katarina came to his mind….
He misses her very much…
He goes back in case you wake her up….
It’s harder for him if he doesn’t share a room with her when he comes back….
It’s been a few days since he’s seen her, it’s good to visit again….
Halfway through, he ordered in a cold voice :
-Back to Tranquil Garden.
Garden Tranquilo is the villa of the Carballo family.
All this was told to him by Katarina, who before had nothing to tell him and now, she is speechless….
My heart aches…
-Yes!
The assistant smiled and immediately drove the car towards the Tranquil Garden.
The villa was quiet. Antonio got out of the car, entered the villa by entering the code, went upstairs, first went to the guest room, took a shower and, on his way out, met Marisa.
With a glass of water in her hand, she was a little surprised to see Antonio coming out of the guest room in his bathrobe….
-Antonio, did you just come back? How did you get to the guest room…?
Antonio looked normal and told the truth.
-Mom, I’m taking a shower in the guest room and the water is too high and I don’t want to wake up Katarina.
Marisa smiled instantly at how attentive Antonio was.
-It’s good that you woke up, you’ve been out for the last two days and Katarina keeps looking at her cell phone from time to time, she’s talking to you, isn’t she?
Is she?
Antonio’s heart shrank and his thin lips curved in assent.
He texts Katarina every day when he has time, but she never answers any of them, so he also pulls out her messages over and over again….
Antonio immediately felt that his days of longing had been answered, and he felt that the old days of sticky love would soon return, and he became even more impatient to see her.
-Go to bed early, Mama, and I’ll go to bed too.
Marisa nods her head.
-Antonio, you take care of your health too, don’t get too tired.
-I’ve got it under control, don’t worry.
Only then did Marisa return to her room with her glass of water.
Antonio opened the door of Katarina’s room very carefully.
A bedside lamp was lit in the room, as usual, and Antonio’s heart grew a little warmer.
His eyes immediately fell on the bed.
Katarina is lying on her side, sleeping soundly, with the cell phone next to the pillow.
Antonio walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her almost greedily, her once pointed chin had become very rounded, at this rate, by the time she was born, she would have to be fat as a piglet….
Antonio’s eyes were more than spoiled, fat as a piglet and his favorite Katarina?
Was Katarina reading the messages he sent during the two days he was away?
Antonio picks up Katarina’s phone, unlocks it, the screen is still WeChat and, it’s her dialog box, the input field, there’s even a row of unsent words.
-Are you back?
A sharp pain pierced Antonio’s heart, at the same time as a faint joy to see that she also cared about him….
Antonio leaned in uncontrollably, since she wanted him, she shouldn’t be offended if he let her kiss him, should she?
Just a light touch, he promised….
-No…
Before Katarina could open her eyes, she felt Antonio’s breath and unconsciously expressed her resistance, reaching out to push him away….
Antonio pauses and looks at Katarina, whose eyes slowly open under him, with some regret for missing her by so many centimeters….
Katarina sat up as well, saw him holding her phone in his hand with the screen still on, and immediately reacted to what she had seen, picking it up and taking it out again to look at him.
-I fell asleep before finishing the message, I wanted to tell you that we talked about it when you got back.
Antonio looked at her.
-Well, talk about what? Anything but leaving me.
Katarina’s long eyelashes fluttered twice before she continued to look at him, her voice clear and cold.
-Do you feel guilty for sacrificing Marcos’s marriage in exchange for Adriana keeping our relationship private?
Antonio froze slightly, half reacting as she must have guessed, and looked at her with deep eyes.
-Yes, but there’s no better way right now, I can’t let that blow up, I can’t put you and mom under the pressure of public opinion, I can’t let the Carballo Group that dad has worked so hard on suffer, I’m going to prepare the foreign side, and if you want, it’s okay to send you and mom there now?
Katarina interrupted him, a bit agitated.
-Antonio, this is not right! Our relationship will not be recognized! Didn’t you think that Adriana would know, and later, maybe more people will know, and you can gag them all one by one? Even if you send me and mom abroad, it won’t change the fact that we are blood relatives!
So, you won’t accept me anymore, no matter what?
Anthony’s heart ached beyond words and he dared not ask, fearing that if he did, she would answer him firmly.
Yes.
He dared not ask, he dared not speak, he changed the subject: the
-Remember to take the medicine the doctor prescribed on time to protect your baby, it’s late, go to sleep.
Her hand moved to rub his head as she always did, but fearing that he would resist, she did not lift it after all.
She got up and walked over to the couch to lie down.
Katarina pulled back the covers, raised her eyes weakly to the ceiling and rolled over to lie down, turning her back to him….
Antonio was tired after a busy few days, and although he slept on the couch, his heart cringing at what Katarina had just said, he felt content at the thought of being in the same space as Katarina, with the faint scent of her body in the air, and was asleep in a jiffy.
Katarina was quick to roll over and look at the man sleeping on the couch with a pang….
She did not dare to love him, she wanted to hate him, but could not, obviously, found a thousand reasons to hate him, but just could not hate, looking at his tall figure on the couch stretching can not look, but also indisputable anguish …
He got out of bed to go to the bathroom, got out and walked past the sofa, unconsciously slowed down, the sight fell on him, and the foot moved with his consciousness….
He, too, put on weight, but slim and faint shadow under his eyes….
Bending down, her hand unconsciously tried to touch him….
-Katarina…
Katarina, startled, withdrew her hand and was relieved to find that she had only dreamed and had not woken up, then whispered again.
-Don’t leave me, any way is good…..
Then he rolled slightly on himself and put a hand to his chest….
Katarina’s eyes were red, had she been clamoring to leave in her sleep?
It was clear she hadn’t said much about leaving him, but was he still so angry?
She got up, went to the closet and pulled out a blanket, gently covered him with it, then went back to bed and lay down with her back to him.
The next day, Marcos and Adriana’s wedding took place as planned.
The wedding was held in the front garden of the Franco family villa.
Marcos had no intention of making a big show, kept a low profile and did not allow the media access to cover the event.
Adriana did not object despite being reluctant. After all, Marcos did not marry her willingly and she feared being put on the spot because the wedding scenes were too cold.
The wedding was a simple, romantic affair, with all the bells and whistles of a flourishing family of Franco’s second son.
Both Sergio and Marta were there, naturally. Marta looked at her daughter and son-in-law and wiped away tears of joy that her daughter had finally married into a wealthy family, while Sergio sighed that his daughter had finally married the man she wanted to marry, but, seeing his son-in-law’s cold expression, it was hard to tell if he would be happy….
What is not yours, is not yours after all, snatched away, cannot be kept…