Before Montrelle Herran could begin to explain himself, the WhatsApp rang again, still with a message from the elf.
“Mr. MontrelleMr. Montrelle, are you there? It’s raining on my side, can you come pick me up?”
Montrelle Herran: …
Claudius Belles looked out the window at the bright, clear sky, “It’s raining, ask him, in which district is it raining?”
Montrelle Herran handed the phone to Claudio Belles, stood up and wrapped his arms around his wife’s soft waist, smiling softly, “Honey, why don’t you go back to her yourself?”
Claudio Belles puffed out his little face, unhappy, “Montrelle Herran!”
“I’m in, wife.”
“Who the hell is she!” Claudius Belles glared at him.
Montrelle Herran said amused: “Honey, the truth is that I don’t know her, maybe she was a co-worker, but the truth is that I don’t remember”.
Claudius Belles looked at him listlessly, “Really? Your company, are there a lot of pretty girls courting you?”.
Montrelle Herran looked at her with jealousy and became good-humored for no reason, “Indeed there are many pretty girls courting me.”
“Montrelle Herran!” said Claudio Belles, on the verge of tears.
Montrelle Herran was quick to reassure him, “But I don’t even remember what they look like.”
Claudio Belles picked up his phone and called the elf: “I can’t have dinner with you tonight, I have to go home to cook for my wife”.
Montrelle Herran’s thin lips curved as she saw what she had sent back, “Honey, I’ll cook for you tomorrow if you want.”
“Will you make it edible?”
Montrelle Herran looked down and kissed his forehead, “Why wouldn’t my cooking be edible, I’ll show you tomorrow.”
Claudio Belles’ lips twisted in a much better mood when the elf sent another message that way.
“Mr. Montrelle, I feel your wife is being spoiled by you, I really feel sorry for you, working during the day and cooking for your wife at night.”
Claudio Belles glanced at the message and angrily returned the phone to Montrelle Herran’s hand: “I’m going to watch TV! You can talk to the goblin yourself.”
Montrelle Herran was stunned to see that the little woman had stormed off into the living room. She looked at the contents of her phone and, while holding it, grabbed her long legs and chased him into the living room.
Her son was in his nursery, the lights in the living room had been turned off, the light was dim and the little woman was sitting cross-legged on the couch, watching the TV in front of her.
Montrelle Herran walked over and sat down next to him, picked up a package of potato chips from the small table and asked, “Do you want some?”
Claudio Belles pulled his hand away with a tingle, “No.”
Montrelle Herran forked another piece of fruit, “You want a fruit then?”
“I don’t eat.”
Still angry.
Montrelle Herran picked up her phone and sat down next to him, returning the elf’s message.
The leprechaun’s message came back, “Mr. Montrelle, your wife is lazy, if it were me I would have made dinner and waited for her to come home.”
Montrelle Herran, who hates this kind of chewing girls, replied, “I pamper my own wife, it’s none of your business.”
The words in response were quite insensitive and cold.
The goblin added, “I feel sorry for you Mr. Montrelle, Mr. Montrelle you are so nice, handsome and good at your job, you should take a wife who is considerate of you.”
“I don’t want her to cook and do the laundry, I married her to spend my life with her, what’s wrong with cooking for her?” replied Montrelle Herran matter-of-factly.
The goblin there was even more aggravated: “Mr. Montrelle, if I had met you before, I would have envied your wife”.
Montrelle Herran became impatient and replied: “What is there to envy, even if I had met you before, we would never have met”.
The goblin sent a question mark.
Montrelle Herran: “Not that you’re my type.”
“…”
Claudio Belles, who was sitting to the side watching TV, was not in the mood to watch TV and kept looking at Montrelle Herran out of the corner of his eye.
The damn thing, who kept saying he didn’t know the goblin, didn’t know him, and yet he spoke with such intensity and so much heat that he didn’t even look up!
Claudio Belles suddenly called out to him, “Montrelle Herran!”.
Only then did Montrelle Herran look up, his eyes staring at her with a deep, dark stare, “What is it, wife?”
Claudio Belles took the phone out of her hand: “Don’t talk to the goblins anymore!”.
Claudio Belles is always gentle and meek, rarely has such a domineering side, which Montrelle Herran liked, “Don’t you want to see what I talk about with the elf?”
“I don’t want to see!”
Claudio Belles tossed his phone aside, not disturbing his eyes.
Montrelle Herran moved closer and wrapped his large hands around her soft waist, his chin pressed against her shoulder, his voice a little muffled, “You really don’t want to see?”
“…”
Claudio Belles froze for half a day, but finally he couldn’t resist, picked up the phone and looked at it.
I wanted to see what Montrelle Herran had been talking about with that elf!
But as he watched, Claudius Belles’ sulky face gradually turned red, and then his ears grew hot. …
Montrelle Herran said that wives are made to be loved.
Montrelle Herran said: “What’s wrong with cooking a meal for your wife?
Montrelle Herran also said that he spoiled his wife.
It seemed … that he had really misunderstood Montrelle Herran.
Montrelle Herran looked at the corners of his eyes, the gradual emergence of a smile, said with a slight smirk, “You’re not angry?”
Claudio Belles returned the phone with some trepidation, “Can you stop adding female colleagues in the future?”
Montrelle Herran looked at the phone, frowned slightly and said, “I don’t know how this was added, but if you don’t like it, I won’t add it anymore.”
Claudio Belles arched his eyebrows and threw his arms around Montrelle Herran’s neck, “That’s very kind of you, husband.”
Montrelle Herran pulled the elf directly into a hug.
Claudio Belles again asked worriedly, “Would it be bad for you to faint your colleague like that?”.
The man raised an eyebrow and said, “You’re bothering me, I’m turning it black, what’s the problem?”.
“No problem.”
Claudius Belles lifted her face, threw his arms around her neck and kissed her on her beautiful cheek, “How can you be so kind, my dear?”
Montrelle Herran’s dark eyes bore into his with a loving smile, “You know I’m good now? Tell me, how can you repay me?”
“Ah…”
The man, already pinned her down on the couch.
Claudio Belles’ cheeks heated up: “What if Angelo runs out … Well …”
The lips, already seized the man.
Montrelle Herran was already impatient to light a fire in her body, uncontrollable in her love …
After a vigorous workout, Claudio Belles was taken by Montrelle Herran to the bathroom and they showered together.
After the shower, he lay on the bed, the woman’s small hands intertwined with the man’s large, slender ones.
Claudio Belles touched his empty ring finger and thought that perhaps Montrelle Herran had been right in suggesting the purchase of a wedding ring.
With an alliance, perhaps the girls in his company would turn their backs on him.
Tomorrow Saturday … then she asked Estrella to go shopping with her in the afternoon and help her pick it out.
Montrelle Herran kissed the tip of his nose down, “What’s on your mind? I guess I wasn’t working long enough for you to get lost in your thoughts, was I?”.
Claudio Belles’ cheeks had a beautiful, healthy blush, “Nothing, I was just thinking, Montrelle Herran, we’ve been married for three years and I haven’t seen the rest of your family.”
Montrelle Herran’s eyes flashed, “Aren’t you and Angelo my family?”
“I mean, don’t you have more family than Angelo and I? I always felt like I didn’t know you, even though we’ve been married a long time, I know you’ve been good to me, but I still want to know more about you, honestly, is there anything you’re not telling me?”
Montrelle Herran reached out and clasped her hand in his arms, his large hand pressed against the back of her head and kissed the center of her hair, “If there were, would you forgive me?”
Claudius Belles sullenly muttered, “It depends on what happened, if it was an affair, I would divorce you.”
Montrelle Herran laughed lightly and pecked him on the lips, “I don’t have the strength to find an affair.”
“… So what else is going on?”
“Does saving private money secretly count?”
“…”
Would it scare his little wife if she found out that he had “secretly” saved such a large amount of “private money”?
However, she should be glad if he turns out to be the president of the Herran Group, after all, with the money, she no longer has to worry about Angelo’s school fees.