Over here, Claudio Belles had also returned home.
He had just arrived home and, after changing his slippers in the foyer, he carried the paper bag he had bought as a gift on his back, peeking out of his body first to look around the room.
Montrelle Herran and Angelo Herran were in the living room, Montrelle Herran working on his laptop and Angelo Herran sitting next to him playing with Lego.
“I’m back.”
Claudio Belles put the paper bag directly into his bucket bag.
Montrelle Herran looked up, stood up and walked over to him and asked, “Well, did you go out shopping today and buy anything?”
“No, I didn’t see anything.”
Montrelle Herran knew the little woman would say that, Claudio Belles had been very frugal since she had been with him and rarely went clothes shopping, she always said she had enough clothes to wear, not to mention jewelry and necklaces, sometimes Montrelle Herran really meant, don’t save her money.
Montrelle Herran touched his arm, “Are you tired? It’s five o’clock, sit down and rest for a while while I go get dinner ready.”
Claudius Belles was stunned and took him by the arm: “I’m not tired, I’ll make dinner.”
Montrelle Herran reached up and rubbed his hair, smiling slightly, “Didn’t I say last night that I would cook for you today?”
“So much for being true to your word?”
I thought he was joking last night when he said he would cook today, but I didn’t think the man was serious.
“Of course.”
Claudio Belles didn’t stop him, after three years of marriage, Montrelle Herran didn’t really seem to cook, he just gave him a hand, the most he did was wash the dishes after dinner. Angelo Herran … usually scrubbed the bathroom.
When Montrelle Herran said he was going to cook, Claudio Belles didn’t have to be a complete slacker, and when he joined him in the kitchen, Montrelle Herran rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing a smooth, muscular little arm.
“I know you think it’s unattractive to wear an apron, but be considerate, it’s hard to do laundry if you don’t wear one…”
Montrelle Herran turned around, eyes alight on his little wife who had her face turned down to help him tie the apron, and the corner of her mouth ticked, “Good.”
With her apron on, Montrelle Herran stood at the sink and washed the vegetables, which she quickly began chopping.
Claudius Belles, standing to the side but unable to intervene, asks her, “Honey, do you want me to help you?”
He really wondered if Montrelle Herran knew how to cook.
Instead, Montrelle Herran instructed her, “I haven’t picked up the clothes from the balcony yet, so go pick them up without me.”
“Good.”
Montrelle Herran looked at the time and said, “Dinner will be ready in forty minutes, sharp.”
Claudio Belles couldn’t help but smile, “Is my husband that good?”.
“That’s a must.”
…
Forty minutes later, three plates and soup were brought to the table.
The colors and flavors were so good that they looked appetizing, but I didn’t know how it really tasted …..
Claudio Belles and Angelo Herran looked at the food on the table, their eyes sparkling.
Angelo Herran looked at the food and said, “Dad, why do I feel like you’re a better cook than Mom?”
“Try it.” Montrelle Herran seemed to have no fear of fire.
Claudio Belles and Angelo Herran set off.
Angelo Herran says excitedly, “Dad, you’re so good! It’s very good!”
Angelo Herran, who has never been a big fan of green vegetables, ate a lot of them tonight.
Claudius Belles nodded his head as he ate, “Honey, your cooking is so good, so much better than mine!”.
Naturally, Montrelle Herran was especially pleased to be complimented by his wife and son.
“So what, what’s my reward?”
Claudio Belles said, “Honey, you’re such a good cook, why don’t I leave the cooking to you from now on!”
Montrelle Herran: …
Well, Mrs. Montrelle has already learned the scam routine.
But, seeing that she liked it so much, it was not impossible to cook for her every day from now on.
Tonight’s dinner was eaten clean.
After the meal, Claudio Belles did the dishes.
After washing the dishes, Claudio Belles saw Montrelle Herran sitting at her desk in the bedroom, working on her computer.
Claudio Belles wipes his hands and takes out the paper bag from his purse, from which he removes a small, delicate box.
He takes it carefully in his hand and cautiously enters the bedroom.
He ran up and threw his arms around Montrelle Herran’s neck from behind.
Montrelle Herran raised a large hand and grabbed his wrist, “What’s wrong?”.
“Honey, I have a big purchase today.
Montrelle Herran raised his eyebrows slightly, intrigued, “A big purchase? What’s a big purchase?”
“It cost a little over ten thousand dollars, it hurts.”
“As long as you like it, as for the money, my husband will try to earn it for you.”
Montrelle Herran pulled the little woman in his arms and sat her down, Claudio Belles sat on her lap and took out the little box he had in his hand and handed it to her, “Knock, knock, knock. …. You should open it, I’ve been choosing it for years and I’ve asked Estrella to be my advisor.”
Montrelle Herran looked at the small box in his hand and probably guessed what it was, but he still couldn’t contain his excitement.
The man smiled as he opened the wedding band box and inside were a pair of simple wedding bands, a pair of rings that were not that extravagant but looked quite exquisite and, most importantly, had been carefully chosen by her.
“Well? Do you like it?”
Montrelle Herran smiled slightly and held out her hand, “I like everything you bought, put them on me.”
Claudio Belles took the man’s ring out of the box and slipped it on Montrelle Herran’s slender ring finger, which was the perfect size.
Montrelle Herran was a little surprised: “You’ve chosen the right size”.
“Of course, I measured it last night while you were sleeping.”
Montrelle Herran took the ring out of the box, took Claudio Belles’ small hand and put it on his ring finger as well.
Fingers interlocked, Claudius Belles looked at the two hands with the ring on and arched his eyebrows, “That should keep too many girls from bothering you in the future.”
With this married label, the butterflies will finally stay away from Montrelle Herran.
Montrelle Herran’s dark eyes bore into her pretty face, “Honey, as much as I like you spending money on me and buying me such an expensive gift, it should be a man doing something like buying a wedding ring.”
“I just wanted to surprise you, I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Besides, after the wedding, you gave me all your salary cards, and today I used your card to swipe it.”
“It’s okay.”
But … Montrelle Herran had prepared a wedding ring worthy enough for Mrs. Montrelle, and she would have to tie the knot once again.
Montrelle Herran raised his hand to close the computer and Claudio Belles froze: “Don’t you work?”.
Montrelle Herran picked her up and carried her to bed, “I had to reward Mrs. Montrelle for the surprise she gave me today.”
Well …
This man, was he going to reward her? He’s obviously going to treat himself!
…
After making love and Claudio Belles fell asleep, Montrelle Herran’s phone rang and it was a WhatsApp message from Adán Rouco.
“I heard that your wife can’t afford a dress. It’s hard being your wife and having to perform with you.”
Montrelle Herran: …
The flirtatious mood is clear in the words of Adán Rouco.
Montrelle Herran looks at the little woman in her arms. Mrs. Montrelle is shopping today and has seen a dress she “can’t afford”….
He, as a husband, seemed to have been wronged by her for a long time in this regard.