Since the day she left the Rouco family, Estre Berrocal’s life seemed to have stagnated and she could not get excited about anything.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    Pe Prats thinks he has fallen out of love and drags her to a bar for a drink.


    The two get drunk, hug and cry.


    “Being Berrocal! Is it because of men that you’ve been depressed all this time?”


    Pe Prats pointed at her, drunk and oblivious: “Let’s y truth! I’ll have a drink if you tell me a truth!”.


    Estre Berrocal, her face also drunk, copsed on the booth’s sofa and belched: “Yes! Then I will tell many, many truths! I will drink them.”


    “Tell me! Are you hiding a rtionship from me?”


    Estre Berrocal smiled andughed, somehow tears fell from the corners of her eyes and she said amused: “In love? I’m not in love at all! It’s about my unrequited love! A wish! I thought he was at least interested in me even if he didn’t like me enough…. but… forget it, I’ll put this guy on my cklist from now on!”


    Pe Prats was also touched by the heartbreak and, after arge cocktail, let out a chuckle: “Me too, me too! Jonathan Tasis doesn’t love me at all! But why do you think he agreed to go out with me? Doesn’t agreeing to go out with me mean he likes me? Why?”


    Estre Berrocalughed andughed at her: “How naive you are! I tell you that my boy is going to marry me”.


    The two drunken women broke down together and Estre Berrocalmented, “Men don’t really like you just because they want to date you and marry you …”.


    First it was Iván Martínez and now, Adán Rouco, why did he meet all the bastards?


    Pe Prats buried her face in the crook of Estre Berrocal’s neck and asked, frowning: “Why doesn’t Jonathan Tasis like me? Is it because I’m not pretty? Estre… what do you think I have to do to get him interested in me?”.


    Estre Berrocal pointed with her hand and growled: “Jonathan Tasis … he’s no good! Break up with him right now.”


    “I’m not going to …”.


    Estre Berrocalughed twice more and dropped onto Pe Prats’ shoulder with her head cocked to one side and her eyes closed as the drunkenness passed.


    “Star, help me, it seems that Jonathan Tasis has an ex-girlfriend that he particrly likes…”


    Before Pe Prats could finish her sentence, her head turned and she saw Estre Berrocal sleeping next to her, she shook her, “Estre? Estre?”


    Estre Berrocal felt a little ufortable from the shaking, her clear white forehead wrinkled slightly and a murmur escaped her lips, “Adán Rouco…. what’s with the nastiness?”


    “…”


    Adam Rouco?


    Wasn’t Adán Rouco … his brother-inw?


    …


    In another luxury booth of the Pivo Czech Bar.


    Adán Rouco kept silent while he drank four or five sses of brandy.


    Matthew Gálvez squeezes Nico Amengual with his shoulder: “Mr. Nico, look at him, he’s been so weirdtely! Always asking us to go to the bar for a drink when he has nothing to do, he’s very strange!”.


    Nico Amengual frowned, looking at Adán Rouco: “Yes, don’t you need your Paulita? And that indomitable little lion, don’t you need to look at him either?”.


    Adán Rouco pursed his lips as he sat in the dimly lit booth, his face emotionless and motionless.


    “But speaking of the lion cub, Adam, I’ll make a note of the roses you gave my daughter-inwst time.”


    I will take care of returning them to you.


    Mica had made Adán Rouco jealous by being close to him, and she would remember it.


    Adán Rouco set his ss down hard on the table, his dark eyes looked at Nico Amengual and his thin lips parted: “Stay away from Estre Berrocal”.


    Both Nico Amengual and Mateo Gálvez were startled.


    “Well, I haven’t even said what I’m going to do, and you’re defending her, so hide her if you can and don’t ever let her see it.”


    Matthew Galvezughed out loud: “How childish you are, I’ve had too much to drink, I’m going to the bathroom!”.


    As Matthew Galvez exited the booth, the bartender, who was carrying several cocktails, rushed toward the room and identally bumped into Matthew Galvez.


    Matthew Galvez frowned, “What’s that about walking?”.


    The waiter nced at Matthew Galvez and hurriedly apologized, “Sorry Mr. Matthew, the guests in room 801 kept asking for drinks, two girls were drunk and kept pushing us, one of them is the daughter of Prats Group, we didn’t dare to be slow, that’s why we walked fast and bumped into Mr. Matthew…”


    Matthew Galvez was stunned, “Wait, who did you say?”.


    “La Prats, the millennial daughter of the Prats Group”.


    Adán Rouco’s niece?


    As the waiter entered 801 to deliver the drinks, Mateo Galvez nced inside and caught a glimpse of the two girls lying drunk on the couch.


    One was Pe Prats and the other … was the little lion!


    …


    Mateo Galvez returned to the booth with an unidentified smile on his face.


    “Adam, guess who I just saw.”


    Adam Rouco’s dark eyes were slightly averted and he did not speak.


    Nico Amengual, on the other hand, was stunned: “Your lion cub was on the counter?


    Mateo Galvez significantly said, “Not only was he in the bar, but he was next to us, in 801, drunk with his niece Pe Prats, and they were there motionless.”


    Adam Rouco’s gaze sank and he jumped to his feet, striding toward Room 801.


    As soon as he entered room 801, Adán Rouco saw Estre Berrocal and Pe Prats, who had been drinking heavily.


    They were leaning drunkenly against each other and Adán Rouco frowned as he reached over and patted Estre Berrocal’s cheek.


    When she did not respond, he took her in his arms.


    Matthew Galvez, who was standing in the doorway watching, scoffed, “Adam, that’s not right, you’re forgetting your niece when you take Estre Berrocal.”


    When Adán Rouco walked past Matthew Gálvez with Estre Berrocal in his arms, he said coldly: “Pe Prats is all yours, I see you have nothing to do”.


    Matthew Galvez’s mouth twisted, “Hey, that’s no way to y.”


    Nico Amengual patted Matthew Galvez on the shoulder, “Mr. Matthew, it’s perfect that you’re taking a beautiful woman home.”


    “No, let’s do it together!”


    Nico Amengual refused: “I can’t take Pe Prats home, I have a wife. If Mica thinks I’m going to have a threesome with you and Pe Prats, I don’t even know how I’m going to die!”.


    “…”


    What an unpleasant thought!


    …


    After Adán Rouco took Estre Berrocal out of the Pivo Czech bar, Estre Berrocal didn’t know if she had been awakened by the night breeze outside or because she had been shaken.


    He opened his eyes and stared nkly at the cold, handsome face before him.


    “Pe Prats … how did you be Adam Rouco …?”


    The man frowned and lowered his dark eyes to look at her, seeing the drunken expression on her small face, surely because she had had too much to drink and had long since lost her senses.


    When he said nothing, Estre Berrocal raised her hand to her face and choked it.


    Adán Rouco’s face darkened and he said coldly: “Estre Berrocal, let her go”.


    She was drunk and a little more difficult to deal with than usual when sober, so she growled, “Let go, let go, why are you mean?”


    Hadn’t you been mean enough to her? Why are you mean to her even in her dreams?


    What a bastard, bastard.


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