After the doctor had healed Ciri Garzón’s ankle wound, Andreo Fanta returned from outside.
Estrella Berrocal observed the deep look that Andreo Fanta was giving Ciri Garzón, knowing perfectly well that she was a great focus of light here.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom first.”
With those words, he left the dressing room.
Andreo Fanta sat on the edge of the hospital bed, his dark eyes settled on Ciri Garzon’s swollen and wrapped ankle and he reached up to touch it gently. “How is she, does it still hurt?”.
Ciri Garzón shrugged her ankles, “It’s okay.”
Andreo Fanta sits a little closer and Ciri Garzón smells the tobacco on him.
“Did you go out for a smoke?”
Andreo Fanta knew that Ciri Garzón hated the smell of cigarettes and said sweetly, “I quit a long time ago, and if you don’t like it, I won’t smoke anymore.”
“… You don’t need to sound so condescending.”
Ciri Garzón thought to herself that he was the one who wanted to quit smoking and now he was playing the poor guy, so why should she feel sorry for him?
Andreo Fanta reached up and touched her somewhat red and swollen face, his dark eyes looked deeply into her, and he said in a deep voice, “Ciri, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have hit you before.”
Ciri Garzón pulled her hand away as soon as she could, “Fight everything, I slapped you too, we are even.”
“You can hit me as many times as you want, but I will not allow myself to hurt you again.”
Ciri Garzon bit her lip, her heart softening a little, and she looked a little sheepishly at the right side of his face, where the man’s attractive white cheek bore striking, thin bloodstains, scratched at first glance by a woman’s fingernails.
He asked in a harsh tone, “And you, does your face still hurt?”.
Hearing her concern, Andreo Fanta’s somber mood improved, his thin lips curved and a warm, loving smile tinged his eyes. “Ciri, do you feel sorry for him?”.
“Don’t flatter yourself, I don’t have any more heart than yours. … Well.”
The man’s large hands, holding the back of her head, lifted and his thin lips locked hers.
A long awaited kiss.
…
Estrella Berrocal, standing at the dressing room door, saw, through a crack in the door, Andreo Fanta and Ciri Garzón in love, and with a feeling of sadness, she closed the door softly and turned towards the back of the hospital.
She was sitting on a garden bench, cell phone in hand, debating whether to call Adán Rouco, debating whether to give herself and Adán Rouco another chance.
To tell Adán Rouco that he is not related to him, supposedly by blood, and that this is a bummer.
But the decisive words of Adán Rouco were still ringing in his ears, and he lost the courage to call out in an instant.
Her phone rang and she unconsciously tapped it to check, it was an entertainment news push.
The subject of the tweet’s title is none other than Adán Rouco.
She clicked on and looked –
“The general director of the Consorcio La Ciudad SantaGrupo Rouco attends a charity event with his fiancée …”
Engaged?
When he looked at the photo, the woman standing next to Adán Rouco was Clementina Orihuela.
In the middle of the dresses, they smile and look at the camera, a perfect combination.
The fingers holding the phone, gradually pale … the only value that wanted to call, was also completely beaten.
They just got divorced and he is with Clementina Orihuela …
I never used to look at Clementina Orihuela’s before. What men say is really a lie.
When they love someone, they have it in their eyes and in their heart, but when they do not love someone, they have no love at all.
But why, I still couldn’t help but miss him terribly.
After seeing Andreo Fanta being so considerate to Ciri Garzón, she also wanted Adán Rouco to approach her, hug her, caress her and touch her where it hurt.
…
In the dressing room, Andreo Fanta kissed Ciri Garzón at length, releasing her slightly with nostalgia, but still hugging her and saying against her forehead: “Ciri, do you want to come back to Ciudad del Rey with me?
Ciri Garzon swallowed saliva, a tinge of derision creeping into her eyes. “Twenty-four hours a day of lockdown with the bodyguards you’re sending?”
At the strictest times, even when she went to the bathroom, a nanny was assigned to watch her.
Andreo Fanta lowered his dark eyes, kissed the tip of her nose and spoke softly, “You want freedom, I’ll give it to you, I won’t send bodyguards after you this time, I won’t stop you if you want to go out and get a job, you can do whatever you want, but can’t you leave me again?”
Ciri Garzón’s eyes hurt a little when she looked at him.
Andreo Fanta, such a proud man, was now asking him in such a pleading, even humble tone.
But Ciri Garzón thought that she would not feel sorry for him, that if it had not been for him, Tavio would not have died and that father and mother would not have hated her so much as to disown her as a daughter even now.
Andreo Fanta was not the one who directly destroyed his peaceful and happy life, but he was the murderer.
Ciri Garzón sniffed, her lips curved into a cynical and contemptuous smile as she raised her arms around Andreo Fanta’s neck and asked in a flirtatious tone, “What, did you miss me? But I don’t miss you at all.”
“Ciri, do you have to talk to me like that?”
Andreo Fanta removed his hand from her neck and took her small, somewhat cold hand in his large one, looking at her with a deep, soft gaze.
Ciri Garzon pulled her hand away from his warm, dry palm, “If you want me to come back to King City with you, no problem, but I have one condition.”
Andreo Fanta looked at the withdrawn palm, closed his eyes and finally let out a soft sigh, pursed his lips and asked, “What are the conditions, tell them, as long as I can do them, I will accept.”
“I studied acting in college and my dream was to be an actor before Tavio died, and a while ago I had a dream with Tavio in which he told me that he wanted me to take up that dream and that he wanted to see me shine on stage. As you know, before Tavio died, I was doing well professionally.”
Only then, after Tavio’s death, she took a break from school for depression, and it’s ridiculous that she didn’t even get her diploma as an outstanding acting student at King City Media College.
A dark color crept under Andreo Fanta’s eyes and guilt filled them, “I’m sorry, Ciri. ”
“I don’t want you to be sorry, I agree to return to King City with you if you let me go back to King City Media University to continue my studies and don’t prevent me from working in the future. ”
It was fine to continue studying, but how could I not understand what Ciri Garzón wanted, she wanted to be an actress and being an actress meant entering show business.
Of course it is not a problem to enter the entertainment industry, even if it is chaotic, you can still protect it.
Only he feared that, when the time came, she would not want him to protect her, and even more so that one day she would shine on the stage and then get rid of him and abandon him altogether.
But Andreo Fanta was too afraid of losing her to think about the coming crisis; for the moment, all he wanted was to take her back to Ciudad del Rey, to see her every day, to hug her every day, to kiss her every day.
He had not slept well in any of the three hundred and seventy-eight days she had been away. Over the years, Ciri Garzón had left the house so often that he had become accustomed to losing sleep and playing this cat-and-mouse game with her.
But this time, she had run away for too long, so long that Andreo Fanta feared he would never find her again and that she would never return to him.
Andreo Fanta finally relented and sighed a little wearily, “Okay, I promise. ciri, I promise you everything as long as you stay with me.”