After Adán Rouco picked Paulita up from daycare and took her home, an anonymous email arrived in his inbox.


    When she opened it, it contained a video featuring a man and a woman who were no strangers to her: Iván Martínez and Estre Berrocal.


    Adam Rouco’s dark eyes were sharp and cold as he looked at the man and woman drenched in the video, frowning slightly.


    After work, Estre Berrocal had left in such a hurry to look for Iván Martínez?


    And throw herself into the river, regardless of her safety, to save the man who had abandoned her?


    Adán Rouco’s heart was filled with rage at this thought.


    Paulita dropped her backpack and ran to Adán Rouco’sp, asking, “Papa, when will Estre be back?”


    Adán Rouco asked the maid to take Paulita upstairs to y, and just as Paulita went upstairs, Estre Berrocal returned.


    She was soaked to the bone, her long hair stuck to her small face and she looked terrible.


    As soon as she entered the house, she saw Adán Rouco sitting on the sofa with his long legs bent nonchntly, his face cold and icy, his gaze directed at her with icy scorn.


    “What have you been doing?”


    “I … I identally fell into the water.”


    If he had known, he would have returned to La Vi Berrocal to shower and change clothes, but wouldn’t it have been even stranger to return in different clothes?


    But now Adán Rouco was looking at her with a look so sharp that she could not disguise it, and she stammered: “Well, I’m a little sick, so first I’m going to take a shower”.


    With that, Estre Berrocal went upstairs to take a shower, but behind her Adán Rouco said in a cold voice: “Stop”.


    Estre Berrocal’s back stiffened and stayed there until Adán Rouco came striding over with his long legs.


    “Don’t you have anything to exin to me?”


    “No, no…”


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    She didn’t think Adán Rouco would let her go so easily, but the man didn’t say another word, just sulked and went upstairs alone to his study.


    Estre Berrocal froze, had she done something to upset him?


    …


    Estre Berrocal had just gotten out of the shower when she was shaken and chained by a tremendous force.


    She shuddered and looked up to see Adam Rouco’s dark eyes locked on hers, and her face grew hot, not knowing if it was because the water was too hot or because her eyes were too hot.


    “What, what are you doing?”


    Estre Berrocal could not defend herself from his deep, intent gaze, and although she reminded herself not to be fooled by his looks, she was mesmerized by him again and again.


    The man cupped her chin with his long fingers and lowered his head to kiss her moist, soft lips, Estre Berrocal resisted twice, but when his familiar, fresh masculine scent enveloped her, she let herself be half carried to the bed.


    At the height of their passion, Adán Rouco pushed her back against the bed, his eyes coldly boring into her flushed face, “How many times have you had sex with Iván Martínez?”


    “I haven’t…”


    As soon as the words left her lips, Adán Rouco took her forcefully into the most extreme world of sensuality.


    A million white lights shed before her eyes, like the morning horizon, and she was almost deted, buried half unconscious in Adam Rouco’s chest.


    …


    I don’t know how long she had been asleep, but the warmth around her faded and she unconsciously touched the side of the bed with her eyes closed; it was empty.


    She snapped her eyes open and saw Adán Rouco standing on the edge of the bed, his back to her, buckling the belt of his suit pants.


    Estre Berrocal’s mind was vaguely dizzy and she looked up at the ceiling before realizing that Adán Rouco had slept with her again.


    How was I going to break off such an ufortable rtionship if it reached the point of no return?


    But she was not the kind of person who thought long term, and she was toozy to think about such problems. She had even thought for a moment that sleeping with Adán Rouco once was sleeping, twice was sleeping, three or four times was sleeping, and it wasn’t sure who would lose out.


    Adán Rouco puts his clothes back on and resumes his well-dressed and ascetic appearance, nothing like the beast he used to be in bed.


    He appears to have showered and changed into his formal clothes.


    Estre Berrocal unconsciously opens the door and asks, “Where are you going?”.


    The man’s back was still turned to her and he did not look at her, merely saying coolly, “I don’t seem to be obliged to inform you where I’m going.”


    The corner of Estre Berrocal’s mouth twitched, had they just slept with her and this man had pulled up his pants and disowned her?


    The aggression was so thick in her throat that she couldn’t get it up or down, which made her angry and upset and incredibly humiliated.


    Adán Rouco did not return her gaze, but left the bedroom with his long legs and did not return.


    In the evening, when Felipa called her for dinner, Estre Berrocal didn’t feel like going downstairs and spent the rest of the evening clutching her pillow.


    She cursed Adán Rouco several times in her mind, she was still not happy, but she reminded herself that this was thest time she would let Adán Rouco sleep with her.


    Perhaps because Adán Rouco had been so cold after sleeping with her, Estre Berrocal felt like a bit of a bitch, knowing that he had no interest in her and that the only interest he had was in bed, but she had willingly fallen in love with him and let him sleep with her lightly!


    The more I thought about it, the more it got worse and the more tears fell without warning.


    Damned Adán Rouco!


    …


    Throughout the night, Adán Rouco did not return.


    Estre Berrocal did not sleep much all night and the next day she went to the office with red and swollen eyes.


    As soon as he entered the office, he saw several female colleagues gathered there discussing the matter.


    Estre Berrocal didn’t think anything of it at first, but when she took her seat, a headline popped up on her phone.


    “The president of the Rouco Group, Adán Rouco, goes out with the actress Mica in the wee hours of the morning in a bar, and they behave intimately, as if they were close to each other …”


    A blurry, dimly lit photo, but of a man and a woman with heads bowed, whispering something in an intimate gesture, pierced Estre Berrocal’s eyes.


    A p of thunder exploded in his head.


    Estre Berrocal’s face turned white and froze for a long time.


    So Adán Rouco had stayed out all night because he had a date with a vedette?


    And after sleeping with her. …


    An inexplicable wave of nausea rolled from the pit of her stomach to the back of her throat and she retched twice, covering her mouth with a handkerchief.


    In his chest, it was as if oil, salt, vinegar and tea had been poured, mixed in an indescribable way.


    Throughout the morning, Estre Berrocal had not felt like working, and had only made a few fragmentary sketches, all of which had failed.


    She looked at the diamond ring she wore on her ring finger, bit her lip, took it off and threw it on the table in a snatch.


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