Claudio Belles was lying on the bed, uncomfortable, got out of bed, put on his slippers and went to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Montrelle Herran, dressed in black and white, had not yet had time to put on his home clothes, with the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up, and was expertly slicing tomatoes with a kitchen knife.
The pot of water is boiling and the man expertly pours the pasta, the heat from the pot makes the man frown a little, but he remains patient.
Claudio Belles approached him and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind.
Montrelle Herran shuddered slightly, took her small hand in one and asked with a slight sidelong glance, “Why are you up, are you uncomfortable, are we going to the hospital?”
Claudius Belles shook his head, his face pressed against his broad back, his voice muffled from crying all afternoon: “Your father doesn’t like me. But I understand him, after all, my origins are so crappy compared to those of your rich family, Montrelle Herran, why did you have to be born into such a rich and powerful family, when all I wanted was to live an ordinary life with you? But when I learned who you were, I began to doubt and hesitate a little.”
Montrelle Herran turned and drew her into his arms, his dark eyes burning into her, “What did my father tell you?”
“Not much, just an offer to give me thirty million dollars to leave you.”
Montrelle Herran’s dark eyes sank, a hint of anger stirred in her, “If he ever says anything like that to you again, you tell me right away.”
Claudius Belles flattened his red lips and said deliberately, “It was a pretty good offer he made me … at the time and I was tempted.”
“Don’t you dare.”
The man stared at her with a fierce look.
Claudius Belles growled softly and looked at him with a face of few friends: “Why shouldn’t I dare? Thirty million … I’ve never seen so much money in my life, I’m perfectly capable of taking thirty million and finding a new one.”
Montrelle Herran jokingly commented, “Mrs. Montrelle, you’re not very good at this economics thing.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you stay with me and don’t leave me, the whole Herran Group and I will be yours for more than thirty million?”
Claudio Belles puffed up his little face, “The Herran Group is yours, the Herran family, what does it have to do with me”.
Montrelle Herran laid her slender body at his feet and pressed her head against his neck, staring at the white side of his face, “What’s mine is yours.”
“But I don’t always fit into your world, I’m not like Estrella, I haven’t seen much of the world and I don’t know much about socializing in high society, for you you need a Mrs. Montrelle who supports herself, not an ordinary woman with an ordinary job like me. ”
Most importantly, Claudio Belles’ family is simple, well-to-do, completely disconnected from the life of a famous family like the Herran family, both of whom grew up with a very different upbringing and living environment.
Montrelle Herran looked at his distraught wife in his arms and said with a faint smile, “I don’t marry a tool for a business union, I marry a wife I like as long as I like her, you don’t have to deliberately change to fit into my world, if someone makes you unhappy, I’ll fix it.”
Claudio Belles turned his head slightly to look at the man’s handsome face and asked softly, “Montrelle Herran, are we really meant for each other?”
“No. You’ve been with me for three years, and in what way do you think we’ve been inappropriate in those three years? In bed or out of bed? Hmm?”
“… I’m telling you the truth.”
This man, really, one minute he’s talking about serious issues, and the next he’s being a jerk!
The noodles were boiled, Montrelle Herran put in the tomatoes and cracked an egg, and in the blink of an eye, out came a steaming bowl of noodles in tomato and egg soup.
Montrelle Herran took him into the living room and handed the fork to Claudio Belles: “Eat”.
Claudio Belles was hungry after a long night’s ruckus and although Montrelle Herran was a good cook, his appetite was not very good because he was sick.
Montrelle Herran looked at him, “Are you feeling better?”.
Claudius Belles snuggled into his arms and spoke a little smugly, “I’m still a little sick.”
“I hold you.”
Montrelle Herran carried her, up to the bedroom, and had just carried her to the big bed when there was a knock at the door.
“It’s late, who is it?”
Montrelle Herran tucked her in, “I’ll go see.”
Montrelle Herran opened the door and saw the property standing at the gate with the security guard.
“Unsettling at this hour, a resident has just reported that through the window a burglar has been seen going upstairs, is there any movement on your part?”
Montrelle Herran: …
Montrelle Herran said somewhat nonchalantly, and after the property left with the security guard, Montrelle Herran closed the door and entered the bedroom.
Claudius Belles blinked his big eyes and asked, “Honey, who was that a moment ago?”
“The security guard and the neighborhood property, who thought they had been robbed.”
Claudio Belles’ grim little face was suddenly amused, “It’s all because you didn’t leave the front door and had to come in through the window.”
Montrelle Herran gave him a sidelong glance, “Why would I be a thief in the middle of the night when you opened the door for me?”
Claudio Belles gave him a contemptuous look as Montrelle Herran stood by the closet looking for his pajamas, ready to take a shower, and asked, “Do you want to wash together?”
“I don’t want to!”
Montrelle Herran curved her lips, “It’s not like we haven’t washed together before, why be shy.”
However, Claudio Belles was still ill and Montrelle Herran did not dare to take her to the bathroom, in case she caught a cold again.
…
When Montrelle Herran got out of the shower and lay down on the bed, he took Claudio Belles in his arms, kissed his temple and said: “I will no longer hide anything from you”.
Claudius Belles gave a muffled “mmm”, knowing he loved her in his heart, and clasped her soft, white hands between his.
“I will try to be better, and one day they will believe I am worthy of you.”
Montrelle Herran laughed softly, “I don’t care what people say. I feel perfectly dignified, Mrs. Montrelle.”
Claudio Belles pursed the corners of his lips and smiled sweetly.
And yes, even if those people didn’t think she was good enough for Montrelle Herran, who cares, it was enough that Montrelle Herran loved her.
“Montrelle Herran.
“Yes, I’m here.”
“Next time, you are not allowed to climb up the wall and go through the window, it’s too dangerous.”
Montrelle Herran pulled his little wife in his arms so that she was in front of him, cupped her little face in his big hands and gave her a deep kiss.
“Understood, Mrs. Montrelle.”
“Well … I’m coming down with a cold and it’s going to rub off on you.”
“I don’t care.”
…
The first thing Montrelle Herran did when he woke up the next morning was to raise his hand to Claudio Belles’ forehead.
He was no longer hot, the low fever had completely subsided.
When Claudio Belles woke up, he looked at the alarm clock next to him and saw that it was ten o’clock and hurried.
“Why didn’t you call me! I’m going to be late for work.”
Claudio Belles got up anxiously to go change his clothes, only to be pulled back into Montrelle Herran’s arms behind him.
“I just called in sick for you.”
Claudio Belles was then relieved and closed his eyes sleepily again.
Montrelle Herran stared at his small face and kissed him, saying in a low voice: “Dear Claudio, will you come back with me to The Imperial Capital?”.
Claudius Belles’ eyes snapped open and he turned to stare at him, “What about my job?”
“Quit, go back to The Imperial Capital and if you want a job, I’ll get you another one.”
Claudio Belles was not so pretentious, his work was essential oil, in fact he could go anywhere, but …
He lowered his eyes slightly and spoke reluctantly, “But I haven’t decided if I want to go to The Imperial Capital…”