Esteban Zaragosa, while cooking, pulled Dulcina Calvo back and put his arms around her.
“From now on, wherever I go, I will contact you beforehand so that you won’t suddenly panic and look for me all over the world without finding me.”
Dulcina Calvo looked at the golden eggs frying on both sides in the pan, smelled the aroma of the casseroles and listened to the man’s soft, firm promises in her ear, and felt in a better mood.
Dulcina Calvo tilted her small head slightly and placed a soft kiss on Esteban Zaragosa’s handsome chin.
Chinese food is a combination of breakfast and lunch, with other breakfast such as millet congee, fried eggs and some light stir-fries.
Dulcina Calvo had eaten a lot of hot pottage last night and right now her stomach is very relieved by the hot millet porridge.
He suddenly thought of yesterday’s meeting with Lázaro Morejón and Hermina Najarro at the mall. “By the way, don’t you have a cousin named Hermina Najarro?”.
Esteban Zaragosa was stunned and looked at her with slightly raised eyes, not denying it, but looking at Dulcina Calvo, Hermina Najarro must not have said anything either.
“Yeah, what’s up, did you meet her?”
Dulcina Calvo nodded, “Well, I met her and Lázaro Morejón at the mall yesterday when I went shopping with Estrella, she told me she was your cousin and I wondered why you hadn’t told me.”
“She’s just a distant cousin, when my mother was alive, she and her mother were sort of cousins, so she’s sort of my cousin, but it’s a very superficial relationship and doesn’t really bond.”
“Oh, so he’s not a very close cousin.”
Esteban Zaragosa poured some food on his plate, “What’s up, what’s going on between you guys…?”
Dulcina Calvo shook her head, “What else could she do but brag about her relationship with Lázaro Morejón in front of me, except that I heard him say she was your cousin, so I was wondering if you would defend her.”
Esteban Zaragosa’s dark eyes were deep as he looked at the girl, his thin lips curved and he said dryly, “No, I will defend you, whatever happens between you.”
Dulcina Calvo’s cheeks flushed slightly as she hugged the bowl and buried her face in it.
Esteban Zaragosa, however, continued to speak lightly: “He’s just a distant cousin, and now you’re the only family I have”.
Dulcina Calvo looked up unconsciously and asked, “I’m your … what family?”.
“Mrs. Esteban, wife, can it be?”
“…”
Dulcina Calvo choked on a mouthful of porridge and coughed violently several times, and when she recovered her emotions, she asked with a little red face, “Are you, are you like proposing to me?”
“Whenever you want, if you want. Even if you don’t want it now, Mrs. Esteban’s place, which I will never give to anyone else in my life, will always be reserved for you.”
“…”