Dulcina Calvo, completely disturbed by Esteban Zaragosa, excused herself and ran straight to the kitchen with a hot face.
Standing at the kitchen counter, she ran her fingers across the lips he had kissed and stared in awe.
Esteban Zaragosa followed her from the living room and gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chin brushing her shoulder and the back of her neck.
Dulcina Calvo blushed even more.
“Do you still remember?”
“I’m not having a flashback. You … let go of me.”
However, the man’s large hand tightened its grip, “What if you don’t want to let go?”
“…”
Did he come to your home to be a scoundrel?
Esteban Zaragosa stared into her smooth white face and spoke softly, “Dulcina, give me a little more time and I’ll clear things up with Claudio Belles. ”
At the mention of Claudio Belles, Dulcina Calvo remembered the photo she had received earlier and could no longer feel comfortable being hugged in such a way, her small hands gripped tightly to the fingers around his waist.
“After what you did with Claudio Belles, do you still want a divorce?” Esteban Zaragosa, I don’t like that you’re a scumbag.”
He liked her because he had seen her calmness on the operating table, her responsibility for her patients, not a scumbag shirking her responsibilities and stepping on two feet!
Esteban Zaragosa frowned, slightly puzzled, “And all my Claudio Belles?”.
They only had a marriage certificate, but never had a substantial relationship.
Dulcina Calvo bit her lip in embarrassment and said, “You know it yourself!”.
With that, she was about to run away when Esteban Zaragosa pulled her and placed her between the kitchen table and his chest.
“Let go of me!”
Esteban Zaragosa insisted: “Has Claudio Belles said anything to you again?”.
“No.”
“That’s there.”
Dulcina Calvo: …
What about this man…
“What has Claudio Belles invented again?” asked Esteban Zaragosa.
Dulcina Calvo swallowed, looked away slightly and scoffed, “Did he make up the story about you making out too?”
Dulcina Calvo thought he had agreed, and her heart went cold as she tried to push him away, but then she heard a soft laugh above her head.
Dulcina Calvo frowned and stared at the faintly smiling man, slightly exasperated, “What are you smiling about?”.
What’s so much fun.
“Honey, do you smell that in this house?”
“… What does it smell like?” asked Dulcina Calvo, dumbfounded by the momentary lack of response.
But after asking, he felt he had been set up, what was he rambling about, did it matter, what could there be in the kitchen but the smell of rice!
Esteban Zaragosa’s dark eyes stared at her with a deep, mocking look, “The house smells bad, don’t you smell it, honey?”.
Damn it!
Dulcina Calvo reached out her small hands and violently pushed him away, but the man went after her and pushed her small body into his arms, holding her restless little head in his big hands and keeping it pressed against his chest.
Esteban Zaragosa lowered his gaze and kissed the top of her hair and said in a mute voice: “My dear, my work is very special and requires a great secret, I cannot tell you at the moment because it would be dangerous for you, Claudio Belles is a kind of colleague of mine, I really never had any intimate relationship with her, that marriage certificate, I only received it to confuse my enemies and facilitate my work.”
Dulcina Calvo now calmed down enough to listen well enough to hear his explanation that Esteban Zaragosa did not seem to be telling a lie, but … there was a bigger question on her mind.
Remember when you were in Italy, you had a gunshot wound, what exactly did you do?
What kind of person can own a gun?
“So … you do illegal work?”
Why else would there be a need for a sham marriage?
“What I do is not illegal and is supported by the state.”
Dulcina Calvo can no longer understand it.
Esteban Zaragosa looked at her very puzzled and spoke, “I will divorce Claudio Belles very, very soon. ”
Dulcina Calvo unconsciously believed it, her moist eyes staring at him, “… Really?”
“Really. If I lie to you, I will not be allowed to die.”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, the girl’s small white hand covered her thin lips, “What nonsense you say, what kind of person curses like that.”
Esteban Zaragosa stared at her with a soft smile hidden on his forehead, taking her small hand in his and rubbing it in his palm, “So, shall we reconcile?”
Dulcina Calvo squashed her little mouth: “Look again. I still haven’t decided if I’m going to give you scum of the earth a chance.”
“Scum? Has my image in your mind gone so far down the drain?”
Esteban Zaragosa hugged her and looked amused at her little white face full of collagen while Dulcina Calvo hummed softly and gave him a squinty-eyed look, gesturing with her little hand: “Not one fall, a million falls”.
God knows he’s married!
I should have guessed that a man of quality like him should not be single.
“Then, little by little, I will build my image back up.”
“What if construction doesn’t come back?”
Suddenly, Esteban Zaragosa took a deep breath and hugged her even tighter, his voice unmistakably serious: “Whatever it takes, I’ll keep you with me, Dulcina Calvo, I can’t live without you”.
Dulcina Calvo was a little stunned: “Are you serious?
“Incredibly serious.”
Dulcina Calvo puffed out her little mouth in disbelief: “But my mother says you shouldn’t trust men’s bullshit, especially that flashy love talk”.
Esteban Zaragosa’s voice lowered further and whispered in her ear, “Then trust my future actions.”
Dulcina Calvo growled and said sourly, “Your move is to marry someone else.”
This is an obstacle that cannot be passed and cannot be overturned.
“… Honey, I was wrong.”
“I don’t want to forgive you, even though you’re divorced, you’re still second fiddle.”
Dulcina Calvo pushed his hand away as he walked to the living room, and Esteban Zaragosa raised his hand and slapped his forehead.
Damn her for accepting a sham marriage to Claudio Belles in the first place!
Arriving at the sofa, Esteban Zaragosa, his stomach still sore and uncomfortable, lay down on the sofa and leaned on Dulcina Calvo’s lap.
Dulcina Calvo said morosely, “If my mother knew I was still with you, she’d stick a knife in my head.”
She is such an ungrateful daughter.
“When I finish the formalities with Claudio Belles, I will come to the house in person to apologize and ask for your parents’ forgiveness then.”
Dulcina Calvo finds it mysterious that Papa Dulcina and Mother Dulcina are very traditional people and even if Esteban Zaragosa had divorced Claudio Belles, they would have thought that Esteban Zaragosa was a divorced man and surely would not have given her permission to be with him.
Hey… she’s just in a relationship, why is it such a bumpy ride.
Isn’t a relationship supposed to be all sweet cakes and kisses and hugs and high fives?
How did it occur to him, so tenaciously, that the other person was a married man?
Dulcina Calvo’s heart is tired.
The rice stove in the kitchen jumped to keep warm, the porridge was ready and Dulcina Calvo went to serve it, distracted, and accidentally burned her hand.
Esteban Zaragosa grabbed her little hand and immediately went to rinse it in the cold water, frowning slightly at the sight of her burned fingers and gently scolding her, “Why are you so careless, what’s on your mind?”
“I was wondering if … my parents would accept you.”