The night was pale and the sea was dark and endless, where could a ship be seen?


    Estre Berrocal wandered, her mind went nk, tears streamed down her face, her legs went numb and weak from crying, and she fell onto her buttocks on the beach.


    “Ooooooooooooooooo … Adán Rouco… where the hell are you? Where am I going to find you … ooooooooooooooooooo bastard … why did youe looking for me? And if you die … what will be of me and Paulita … ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…”


    She wrapped her arms around her legs and buried her tear-streaked little face tightly between her knees in a sobbing mess.


    Her ears were ringing and all she could hear were the waves and the sound of herself letting out a loud scream,pletely deaf to the sound of a footstep approaching her.


    “Adán Rouco… you’re a bastard…. is it not said woe is me? How can you die so soon…”


    Over his head, a cold, deep, familiar male voice came suddenly.


    “I’m dead and you still scold me?”


    Estre Berrocal, who had her head sunk in tears, received a sharp blow and raised her head, looking at him in dull astonishment and with wide eyes!


    Was this … Was this really Adán Rouco or was it a hallucination of yours?


    She was so frightened that her sweaty pores bristled and her buttocks unconsciously moved back a good length. “Are you, are you a ghost or are you human!”


    Adam Rouco was soaked to the bone and his clothes were a bit disheveled, but that didn’t affect his handsome face or his striking features. In the moonlight, the man’s handsome face twitched darkly and he looked at her through gritted teeth, “If I were a ghost, I’d strangle you right now and you’d go to hell with me!”


    Estre Berrocal’s blurred vision faded into her figure before leaping off the beach and crashing straight into his arms, throwing her arms around his neck and leaping over his legs to wrap them around his strong waist!


    “It’s really you! You’re not dead! Adam Rouco, I … well…”


    Her words, stuck in the man’s mouth, four lips, thin and cold and warm, gradually mingled, her body heat, warming his.


    The kiss, although dominant, was persistent, and Estre Berrocal clung to his neck, unable to avoid answering him.


    That long-awaited reunion after a life-and-death concern deepened her feelings and affection for him, and the tiny tentacles of longing in her heart suddenly became a thousand strands of vines wrapping tightly around her heart.


    “Adán Rouco …”


    The tears that broke the shore were salty and sweet as they kissed them on each other’s mouths.


    The man let go of her slightly, Estre Berrocal’s eyes were clouded with tears, her gaze dazzled him, her long hair stuck to that small, wet and clear face, obviously a little messy, but in the eyes of Adán Rouco, it was something else.


    The two faces were close, so close that their breaths mingled, and Estre Berrocal’s eyes blinked softly as a tear fell again, choking back a sob, “I … I thought something really happened to you.”


    The man’srge hands rested on her hip ps, his dark eyes burning into her as he opened his muffled voice, “How long are you going to hold out on me, hmm?”


    Although he asks, there is a touch of mockery and affection in Adán Rouco’s tone.


    Estre Berrocal realized that she was hanging on to him and that her legs were still wrapped around his waist, and she blushed and immediately tried to pull away from him.


    The little face, instantly red, unconsciously said, “This is out…”


    Not only outside, but also on the beach, and Estre Berrocal did not dare to imagine what Adán Rouco would do to her on the open beach.


    The man’s lips curved in amusement as he looked at her, dropping her as he sneered, “Do you still know this is outside? Who was the one who hung up on me?”


    Estre Berrocal bit her lips, remembering her imbecility and that she had been so excited she had forgotten they were still in cold war, so she frowned and growled, “I still haven’t forgiven you.”


    She was not going to forgive him so easily.


    As soon as she turned around, Adam Rouco grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his arms, the man’s eyes fell as he said, “I didn’te all night to hear you say something so heartless.”


    Estre Berrocal was stunned and looked at him with swollen eyes: “Who is the unconscionable one?”.


    He was the one who was unconscionable!


    She was Paulita’s real mother, and even if she was the mother of a child, Adán Rouco should help her, not Olivia Montes, right?


    Moreover, Adán Rouco should have been on her side, both for rtionship and reason, but he let her take the me for Olivia Montes’ giarism.


    The crime of giarism, if it became known, would be enough to put her out of business for the rest of her life.


    “Are you going to let me stay here all night in wet clothes and a cold breeze arguing with you?”.


    Estre Berrocal was stunned before saying, “Let me take you to the hotel, you’re going to catch a cold.”


    Adán Rouco responded in a muffled voice.


    Back at the hotel, Estre Berrocal asks relieved, “You didn’t hurt yourself?”.


    The man spared the words, “No.”This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    Estre Berrocal let out a reassuring “Oh”, he was always distant and she didn’t care, she just thought he didn’t want to talk to her about the wreck.


    When they arrived at the hotel, Demario Alejandro ran out of the hotel, calling Estre Berrocal from a distance: “Hey, you’re back! I thought you really went out to sea to look for your boyfriend! I was scared to death”.


    Adam Rouco’s brow furrowed slightly as he looked down and asked her, “Who is that man?”


    It sounded like he was questioning, “He’s just a groupie I just met on my trip, don’t look at me like that.”


    It was as if he had caught her cheating on him!


    Adán Rouco looked at her coldly: “It had better be”.


    Demario Alejandro looked at Adán Rouco as he ran up to him and asked, “Estre, this is your boyfriend, isn’t it?”


    Estre Berrocal nodded, “Do you know each other?”.


    “Hi, I’m Demario Alejandro, I have signed up for a tour with Estre and we have madepany and decided to travel freely.”


    Demario Alejandro held out his hand to greet Adán Rouco, but the man, with his hands in his pockets, had no intention of shaking hands with him and simply said, “Adán Rouco, Estre Berrocal’s husband.”


    At this, Estre Berrocal tilted her head to one side and looked at him in surprise.


    What had Adán Rouco, who was her husband, just said?


    Demario Alejandro was also stunned and scratched the back of his neck slightly embarrassed. “Star, so you’re married, huh?”.


    Estre Berrocal smiled awkwardly at Demario Alejandro and stood at his level, taking Adán Rouco’s arm in her hand.


    The man wrinkled his brow slightly and said in a deep voice, “I’m wet, don’t pull me.”


    “I don’t.” Estre Berrocal looked at him with wide, ck and white, watery, bewildered eyes.


    Did he seem vaguely sulky because of Demario Alejandro?


    Estre Berrocal gripped his arm tighter and her body pressed tighter to his. “Who did you just tell Demario Alejandro that you are for me?”.


    Adán Rouco sank his lips into silence.


    She continued relentlessly, “Did you just say you are my husband because you are jealous?”.


    The man’s brow furrowed, his handsome face clear and cold, and he remained silent.


    Arriving at the entrance of the hotel, Estre Berrocal suddenly gave a blow of weakness in her legs and cried, “Ouch!”.


    It was then that Adán Rouco looked back at him, frowning, as he asked, “What’s wrong with you?”


    “My legs are weak, you hold me down.”