Esteban Zaragosa grabbed the little red-hot hand of the girl in his arms and carefully applied the ointment before reaching out and gently pulling her hand away. “I’ll do it.”
Dulcina Calvo looked at the side of his handsome face and hesitantly asked, “What if … Claudio Belles does not agree to divorce you?”
At this moment, Dulcina Calvo feels selfish to the core. It’s clear that Esteban Zaragosa belongs to Claudio Belles, but she can’t help but want their divorce to go through.
Before, I had always thought she was a good girl, that a good girl wouldn’t steal another girl’s husband, that a good girl wouldn’t be so selfish.
But after meeting Esteban Zaragosa, it seems to have gone from bad to worse.
With her face drooping, she stood at the kitchen table, staring silently at her reddened fingers, as if it was not only her fingers that had just been burned, but also her heart, which had also become warm and uncomfortable.
Esteban Zaragosa brought out two bowls of porridge and took them into the living room, where they sat across from each other and drank the porridge.
Halfway through the drink, Esteban Zaragosa finally spoke: “I will divorce Claudio Belles, one way or another. ”
“Wouldn’t you and Claudius Belles have divorced if … hadn’t shown up?”
Esteban Zaragosa curved his thin lips and let out a slight laugh, “Even without you, I wouldn’t be with Claudio Belles. The license was only for the mission in the first place, how can I tie her down for life with a marriage license when I don’t love her?”
Esteban Zaragosa looked at his bowl of untouched porridge and said, “Eat.”
…
At night, Esteban Zaragosa had not left and the premises rented by Dulcina Calvo had only one bedroom.
Although they have already hooked up, whether Esteban Zaragosa is married to Claudio Belles or not, Dulcina Calvo cannot shed her inhibitions and sleep with Esteban Zaragosa for the time being, nor can she ask Esteban Zaragosa, who is still sick, to sleep on the couch.
Dulcina Calvo lay on her side on the bed and debated between her fingers wondering if she should get rid of him or leave him alone.
The cot suddenly lowered and a large hand went around her waist, firmly grasping her soft waist, followed by the man’s chin resting on the back of her neck and gently rubbing it.
Dulcina Calvo stiffened and struggled to sit up, clutching the pillow and stammering, “Well, why don’t you take the bed and I’ll take the couch?”
Esteban Zaragosa’s dark eyes looked at her playfully as he too stood up and looked at her with a smile in his eyes. “Afraid?”
“… who is afraid, you are just a weak patient now, I am just saying, this bed is too small for two together…. ah… ”
The man drew her into his arms and hugged her tightly from behind, sniffing deeply through her lightly scented hair, “It’s been a long time since I’ve hugged you.”
He said it had been a long time since he had hugged her, and it really was, and it wasn’t long before she heard the sound of the man’s long, even breaths coming from the back of her neck.
Dulcina Calvo did not dare move for fear of waking him and called softly, “Esteban Zaragosa? Are you asleep?”
The man behind him did not respond.
Dulcina Calvo gingerly pulled his arm away, carefully climbed out of bed, catapulted herself onto a small blanket and ran to the living room couch.
All night long, with a lot on my mind, I didn’t sleep much.
Towards the second half of the night, he suddenly heard movement in the bathroom.
Dulcina Calvo, startled, rushed to knock on the bathroom door, “Esteban Zaragosa? Are you there? What’s wrong?”
The door, which was locked, could not be opened.
Dulcina Calvo tried to push it several times, but it wouldn’t open, and she became increasingly nervous: “Esteban Zaragosa, open the door! What’s wrong with you?”
There appeared to be vomit inside, and through the frosted door a figure could be faintly seen kneeling by the toilet.
“Esteban Zaragosa! Does your stomach hurt? I’m going to call an ambulance!”
In the bathroom, Esteban Zaragosa slowly stood up, unscrewed the faucet to rinse his mouth and splashed cold water on his face, relieving his mind a little.
In the living room, Dulcina Calvo was clutching her cell phone to call an ambulance when a large, thin, cold hand snatched it away from her.
“I’m fine.”
Dulcina Calvo turned to support him and looked at his pale face, worried: “But you look really bad, and you’ve been discharged on your own, what if something happens?”.
Esteban Zaragosa, however, simply put a hand to his head and said in a muffled voice: “I’m fine, go to bed in the bedroom, I’ll rest on the living room sofa”.
“Go to bed in your room, your body…”
Before Dulcina Calvo could finish her sentence, Esteban Zaragosa smiled slightly, “Now I can’t go to my room to sleep, and I have work to attend to.”
“What kind of work do you have to do when you’re like this?”
“Good girl, go to bed, good night.”
Dulcina Calvo couldn’t resist Esteban Zaragosa after all and stepped back into the bedroom.
She had been sleep deprived during these days and although she was worried about Esteban Zaragosa’s condition, she became sleepy and fell asleep soon after.
Esteban Zaragosa, lying on the living room sofa, called Claudio Belles.
Claudio Belles was a bit surprised when he got the call, “What, did you figure it out and call me so late, did you miss me?”.
“I’m not in the mood to beat around the bush with you, I know you’re in The Holy City right now, come out and meet me.”
Claudius Belles looked at the time to make sure it was after midnight and snorted, “You meet me in the middle of the night and you dare to say you’re not interested in me?”
“To see or not to see?” Esteban Zaragosa frowned, his tone colder.
“See you, of course.”
…
Half an hour later, Riverside North.
Claudio Belles, who was arriving in a Porsche, scrutinized the humble BMW mobility scooter that Esteban Zaragosa usually drives and told him amused, “What a disguise in front of Dulcina Calvo, but, someday, she will know who you are. ”
“It’s not your problem to worry about.”
The night breeze tousled the hair of Claudius Belles, who tousled his long hair with his red-painted hand. “Tell me, what do you want from me in the middle of the night, you’re not catching up and playing the family card, are you?”.
Esteban Zaragosa returned to the car, opened the door, took two copies of the divorce papers out of the car and handed them to Claudio Belles: “Sign them.”
Claudio Belles scoffed: “I have said many times that I will not divorce you…”
Before the words were out of his mouth, the cold, hard muzzle of a silver pistol pressed against Claudius Belles’ temple. “To sign or not to sign?”
Claudio Belles was slightly stunned, then burst out laughing: “The truth is that I didn’t expect you to be so brazen one day, Esteban Zaragosa. Do you know who you are pointing a gun at?”.
“If you don’t sign, I have more blatant ways to do it, and I don’t mind showing you one by one.”
“A …!”
Claudio Belles is rarely led by the nose, and Esteban Zaragosa interpreted this trope in a way she did not expect.
“Shoot if you can, don’t be afraid of the organization coming after you, just try.”
Esteban Zaragosa hooked his thin lips teasingly, the corners of his lips smiled a little coldly, “Do you know why I asked you to meet me in such an isolated place? I could have thrown your man into the river with this shot. You should know very well that I am capable of such things.”
“¡… Esteban Zaragosa! You’re crazy!”
The silver muzzle of the gun again pressed hard towards his head, “I’m going to count to three, and if you don’t sign, I’m going to shoot.”
Claudius Belles glared at him angrily, but the other man counted in a haze: “Three, two …”