Inside an exclusive private hospital in Florence.
Estrella Berrocal is drowsy and asleep, without the slightest awareness of her surroundings.
“When will the results of the comparison be available?”
“At the earliest tomorrow afternoon, Mr. Andreo has the assurance that I will inform him as soon as I have the results.”
…
On the way back, Cidro Borja looked in the rearview mirror at the girl carrying Andreo Fanta on her shoulder and sneered, “Mr. Luckily we are not bad guys. But Mr. Andreo, this drunk girl’s reaction is very similar to Miss Ciri. ”
Andreo Fanta narrowed his dark eyes and looked at the girl sleeping soundly on his shoulder, unattended.
“Coincidentally, Miss Ciri is also in Florence, I have sent many people to look for Miss Ciri, Mr. Andreo can be sure that you will see Miss Ciri tomorrow night at the latest. Andreo can be sure that he will see Miss Ciri tomorrow night at the latest. ”
The corners of Andreo Fanta’s mouth tightened, and a hint of warmth and reassurance crept into his eyes.
The girl, who was leaning on his shoulder, arched in his arms and murmured: “I’m cold … Adam … Hug … ”
The corners of Cidro Borja’s mouth twitched; no one else had the audacity to be so pouty with Mr. Andreo, except Miss Ciri.
This girl, perhaps, is really the daughter of the Fanta family!
Andreo Fanta held out the car blanket to Estrella Berrocal: “Are you still cold?”.
“Well … much better … Adam… you are so warm … “, said Estrella Berrocal with a giggle.
She was drunk, and in her eyes and in her heart, she was all Adam Rouco.
Obviously the last person to think about is that man …
“Who is Adán Rouco?”
Estrella Berrocal gave a silly but sweet smile with her eyes closed: “It’s my husband …! Oh … it’s ex-husband … me …. I hey… I just divorced him. ”
“Why did you divorce him if you couldn’t get over it?”
Estrella Berrocal thought of sadness and flattened her mouth in resignation: “It was he who wanted to divorce me…. I didn’t want to … but why didn’t he love me anymore? He said he would always be by my side … but why was he the one who let me go first?”
Andreo Fanta gave a slightly derisive chuckle, “Then it seems we’ve both met someone who doesn’t keep his promises.”
Andreo Fanta looked over his shoulder at the unconscious girl and felt, more and more, that this girl was his own sister.
“But that’s okay, if you’re really from The Fanta Family, I’ll help you tie that Adam Rouco to you and leave him at your disposal.”
Estrella Berrocal has passed out from drunkenness.
Andreo Fanta looked out the window into the harsh winter darkness and spoke in a gravelly voice, “How long has Ciri been away from me?”
I don’t know if I’m asking me or Cidro Borja.
Cidro Borja froze and said hesitantly, “Miss Ciri probably hasn’t seen him for almost a year.”
“That’s 378 days.”
Cidro Borja sighed silently in his heart, how could Miss Ciri have left such an infatuated Sr.
“Mr. Andreo, this time find Miss Ciri, it is better to be fierce and tougher, otherwise Miss Ciri does not know how powerful you are and fear that you will run away again … Women, sometimes need to be scared. ”
Andreo Fanta, who has always been a stern authority in both the white and black worlds, becomes a dervish in front of Ciri Garzón …
Andreo Fanta raised his long fingers and crooked his eyebrows, sighed softly and finally said, “I couldn’t bear to be mean to her.”
Although over the years he has escaped again and again, each time more aggressively, Andreo Fanta still doesn’t want to do anything to him.
Cidro Borja licked his lips, “Mr. Andreo, I’m going to tell you something you don’t like to hear, Miss Ciri’s character is spoiled by you. The thing is that Miss Ciri is not as comfortable with you as she is with you. Whenever she has been alone and encountered great difficulties, haven’t you helped her to cope with them? I’d say Miss Ciri is a bit of a nincompoop. …”
“Shut up.” Andreo Fanta’s dark eyes grew cold, a dangerously cold light radiating from below.
Cidro Borja swallowed saliva, not daring to say more, and despite his dissatisfaction, he only pursed his lips and answered reluctantly: “Yes”.
Andreo Fanta ordered, “Don’t ever say that again, especially not in front of Ciri. ”
“Yes, Mr. Andreo.”
Andreo Fanta closes his eyes and Ciri Garzón’s voice rings in his ears.
“Andreo Fanta, you owe me, and all this is nothing but interest!”
…
It was eleven o’clock the next day when Estrella Berrocal woke up.
He covered his head and got out of bed, his head aching and his memory scrambled.
He remembered that the night before he had gone out for a drink after signing the divorce papers, and then … he was at the bar … he couldn’t remember how he had gotten back to his apartment.
Divorce settlements …
As if her brain had been pricked with a needle, she hurried to pull up the sheets and get out of bed, ran to the couch and pulled out the signed divorce papers.
He stared in amazement. Getting drunk may make you forget painful things for a while, but when you wake up, you’ll still be sad, you’ll still be sad.
He picked up the divorce papers, plopped down on the couch and sulked for quite a while.
She clicked on Adán Rouco’s WhatsApp friends and saw that he had only posted two messages in his clean circle of friends, all of them about her.
One showed her marriage certificate and the other the loving breakfast she prepared for him.
Once, when she clearly felt that he loved her so much, how could she say no to love?
Love is something that comes and goes very fast.
Estrella Berrocal let out a bitter laugh, sniffled, grabbed the divorce papers and headed for the fax machine …
…
Mr. Rouco received the fax from Estrella Berrocal and delivered the signed divorce papers directly to Jerold Rouco.
“Now that she’s signed it, have you really decided to divorce her?”
Jerold Rouco scanned the signed divorce papers and said without emotion, “Of course, Dad, you don’t have to worry about that. But the good thing is that she and I have been secretly married, so you don’t have to worry.”
Mr. Rouco, seeing that he had already made up his mind, said nothing more, he only warned: “On Paulita’s part, you have to be more affectionate, it is better not to tell her about this for the moment, she is very fond of Estrella Berrocal. ”
“I will.”
…
Florence.
“Hey Mr. Andreo, the report of the genetic comparison results is out.”
…
Estrella Berrocal had just finished washing when the doorbell rang.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw two strange men standing in the doorway.
“You are…”
Andreo Fanta smiled slightly and said, very gentlemanly, “Don’t you remember me, Miss Estrella? We met on the plane.”
Estrella Berrocal recalls that it is not difficult to remember a man like Andreo Fanta, who, after all, definitely belongs to the upper class, the instantly memorable type, based on his looks alone.
“Oh, I remember, but… but how did you end up in…”
As soon as Andreo Fanta extended his hand, Cidro Borja, behind him, handed him the report.
Andreo Fanta delivered that report to Estrella Berrocal: “I think we need to get to know each other again.”