It was a rainy, dark night.
Jonathan Tasis drove alone and toured all the places in La Ciudad Santa where Analena Lozada could have been, but there was no sign of her.
At the end, Jonathan Tasis sat forlornly in an open flowerbed, like a lost child.
Analena… where the hell have you been…
The rain, which drenched his face, made it almost impossible to read the expression on his face as Jonathan Tasis stood up in dismay and covered his face.
A black umbrella protects him from the rain.
Perla Prats, who had followed Jonathan Tasis here, looked at the wiry man and asked, “Is Analena Lozada that important to you…?”
Jonathan Tasis didn’t answer him because he thought he didn’t understand, wiped his face and looked up, “How did you know I was here?”
Perla Prats was also sincere and said: “I said I liked you, I’m not kidding, so I’ve always been worried about you”.
Perla Prats was not lying, Analena Lozada had been missing for many days, and Jonathan Tasis had mobilized almost all his forces and contacts in The Holy City to find her, and Perla Prats, as the daughter of The Prats family, only had to pay a little attention to Perla Prats, the daughter of The Prats family, would not have had any difficulty in knowing this information from Jonathan Tasis.
It is clear that Jonathan Tasis did not react to such a confession from her; how could he care about her feelings at a time when he was drowning in the sadness of having lost Analena Lozada?
The man stood up and strutted toward the car, “Stop following me.”
Jonathan Tasis casually dropped these words before climbing into his car, which he immediately started and disappeared into the rainy night.
Perla Prats’ fingers turned pale even as she clutched her umbrella, but she too quickly climbed into her car and caught up with the black Bentley in front of her.
Jonathan Tasis returned to his cottage and just arrived home, soaking wet from the rain, but instead of rushing to take a shower, he went to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine, opened it and drank several large sips right away.
Seeing Jonathan Tasis in that state, Exaltacion, the maid, couldn’t help but worry, “Sir, you’re all wet, why don’t you go take a hot shower first, or you’ll get sick?”
A hot bath? What’s the difference between being dead now and not being afraid of being sick?
Analena Lozada was gone again, as if she had taken everything from his life, and he had managed to get through the years without her, but God was kind enough to give him a second chance, and with Analena Lozada’s return he became happy, positive and less gloomy, but just when he thought he had the But just when he thought he had the world at his fingertips, she was gone again.
This time, he still couldn’t find her, just like more than ten years ago, he still couldn’t do anything about it. He could find no better way to comfort this bloody wound than to go around the world looking for her, numbing himself with such low-level self-abuse.
Outside, in the courtyard, the sound of another engine was heard.
Curious, Exaltacion went to the door to look, only to see Perla Prats getting out of her car and rushing into the villa on her high heels.
Previously, Jonathan Tasis had a short relationship with Perla Prats, and although that relationship was a deception and scheming by Jonathan Tasis from start to finish, Perla Prats came to Jonathan Tasis’ villa, so Exaltation knew Perla Prats.
Exaltation’s eyes lit up, “Looks like Miss Pearl is here. ”
Perhaps if Miss Pearl had been able to persuade the Lord, she would have been better off.
To tell the truth, Exaltation always felt that Miss Perla was much better than Miss Analena, that she was cheerful and obedient, and that she was not hurt to the bone because of Miss Perla. If Miss Analena, who had lived in the villa for almost a year, did not even give her a smile every day, she had to cajole and pamper her, and if Analena Lozada did not have a good appetite, she had to have the cook prepare all kinds of good food. If the cook did not produce a meal that Miss Analena could eat, she would sometimes lose her temper and fire the innocent cook.
Miss Perla comes from a famous family, has a good personality, good temperament, is friendly and doesn’t grimace all the time. If anyone else prefers Miss Pearl to Miss Analena, I really don’t know what the gentleman was thinking.
The walk from the car to the chalet was without an umbrella, as it was raining heavily outside, so Perla Prats was a bit soaked even after only a minute or two, but she didn’t mind, walking quickly on her heels and taking the bottle out of Jonathan Tasis’ hand.
“What do you do?”
Perla Prats looked at him coldly and shouted, “Only one Analena Lozada is gone, do you have to die like this? You lied to me, you cheated me out of my feelings, you caused me so much pain, and then you turned around and left without a glance! Why can’t you now show the same indifference with which you hurt me?”.
Jonathan Tasis grimaced and raised a hand to pinch his temples with a tired sigh, he looked like he hadn’t slept in many days so his eyes were red and bloodshot, but when he looked at her, those eyes were cold and full of sarcasm.
“Perla Prats, I owe you an apology. But that apology doesn’t need to be said now, because you have seen me at my worst, and this is my revenge. It’s true what the saying goes, the sky’s the limit. The more you play with something, the more that something will play … with you just as hard.
Jonathan Tasis took a deep breath and the smile on his face became even more mocking, “I’ve played with your feelings, so now I’m, played with my feelings, now you can … balance yourself mentally.”
Perla Prats looked at this once spirited man who had become so disheveled with anger and hatred, but she couldn’t help but feel heartbroken.
Her eyes were moist as she stared at Jonathan Tasis, and she said, word for word, “I have no balance in my heart, why is it that you hurt me and nothing happens to you, but Analena Lozada hurt you so much, and yet you keep thinking about her, even running away for days to find her? Why don’t you like me if you have never done this to me?”
Jonathan Tasis looked at her amused and said, “Doesn’t Perla Prats change boyfriends once a month? We’ve only been in a relationship for less than a month, and that can’t even be called a relationship because it was just a punching bag I set up to get back at Adam Rouco, and you were just a stepping stone, so why do you still like me?”
Perla Prats’ lips curved, “Maybe you’re right, the more you play with something, the more something plays on you. I once played with my feelings and treated them like child’s play, so meeting you was my punishment.”
Jonathan Tasis picked up another bottle of wine and Perla Prats threw the bottle straight to the ground, shattering it instantly and splattering all over the floor.
“Jonathan Tasis! Will you come to your senses? Now, even if you drink yourself to death, Analena Lozada won’t come back! Even if you drink yourself to death, she won’t know!”
Jonathan Tasis, however, looked like a man who had lost everything without conviction, his dark eyes all gray and defeated, and he dropped the words weakly, “Then let me drink myself to death, it’s none of your business. Whatever our relationship is, you have no right to me now.”
That said, Jonathan Tasis returned to grab several bottles from the wine cabinet, walked straight across to Perla Prats and headed straight upstairs.
Perla Prats stood still and winced.
What was she doing? Why would she have compassion for a man who had hurt her?
Compassion… mother once said that when a woman begins to feel compassion for a man, she is 80% planted in that man in this life.