Estre Berrocal pulled her fingers away from hisrge hand, anger blossoming in her heart, and sneered, “Adán Rouco, let’s break up.”


    The man frowned, hisrge hand reattached her wrist, pinning her against the kitchen counter and her chest, his voice cold and eerie, “What did you say?”


    “Is Mr. Adam out of earshot? Since Mr. Adam and I are just ying around, sooner orter Mr. Adam will get bored with it, so we’d better part ways as soon as possible, before Mr. Adam gets fed up!”


    He had just said those words, but he had said them deliberately to Jonathan Tasis.


    But Jonathan Tasis had provoked distrust in him, and Adán Rouco sulked a little: “I haven’t had enough yet”.


    “But I think that’s enough, Mr. Adam, you’re at the top and you can afford to y, but I can’t!”


    Estre Berrocal struggled, but Adán Rouco had no intention of letting go, the man’s long fingers cupping her chin, “Why do you want to work for the Yahua Film and Television Company?”


    “Mr. Adam fired me and won’t let me work at anotherpany? Wouldn’t that be unreasonable?”Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org.


    When he fired her, she quit!


    “He leaves the Yahua Film and Television Company and returns to work for the Rouco Group.”


    The man coldly blurted out the order.


    Estre Berrocal just found it ironic: “When Mr. Adán made me take the me for the giarism, I had to leave the Rouco Group, and now Mr. Adán has asked me toe back, doesn’t that p you in the face?”


    “Be Berrocal!”


    Is this woman trying to turn against you?


    Adán Rouco was furious and his dark eyes were fixed on her, as if he wanted to eat her.


    Estre Berrocal faced him for a long while before speaking calmly and slowly: “Adán Rouco, when I came back from Beach Ind, I discovered that we really don’t fit, that you only ept me because I am Paulita’s real mother, that you will ept whoever you want. ept her, you don’t like me and probably never will, and I, for my part, don’t want to force someone I don’t like, to be with me.”


    Adán Rouco pursed his thin lips, his face sunken and dark.


    Is that how she felt? What do you mean, a woman he sees as nice, in all the years he’s lived, there aren’t many women he sees as nice, and she’s the only one he gets along with-.


    “Breaking up or not, it’s up to me.”


    “So what do you want?”


    Adán Rouco suddenly pulled Estre Berrocal with long strides towards the outside.


    His strength was strong, even with a furious rudeness.


    “Adam Rouco! Let go of me! You are hurting me!”


    Paulita, in the yard, saw her father dragging Estre with a ck face and her little face turned white with fear, “Daddy what are you doing! You can’t bully Estre!”.


    But Adán Rouco paid no attention to him.


    Adán Rouco pulled her straight into the Spyker and Estre Berrocal got into the car and was about to open the door to get out when the man unlocked and closed it.


    “Adam Rouco! What the hell do you want!”


    If he didn’t like her, why didn’t he leave her alone?


    He knew that she was about to fallpletely, that if she didn’t retreat, it could well be the end of the road, that her determination was too much for him!


    Her tears were streaming down her face.


    Adam Rouco pulled some sheets of A4 paper straight out of the car drawer and dropped them in front of her, his eyes watering, “What is this…?”


    The man’s dark eyes looked at her coldly, “Isn’t that what you want?”.


    She suspected he was just toying with her, so fine, he would marry her, she should always be at ease with this guarantee….


    Estre Berrocal wiped tears from her eyes before reading the ck-and-white web page …


    The marriage contract!


    Estre Berrocal was surprised and puzzled and looked at him: “Adán Rouco, what exactly do you mean?


    He didn’t like her, what was the point of giving her a marriage contract?


    Adán Rouco was silent for a while before opening his mouth with a single word: “Literally, we got married”.


    “I know you want a wife who can cope with the family, but I can’t do it, Mr. Adam hooks his fingers, there are plenty of nice girls who want to marry you, you’d better go find another girl to marry you!”


    With that, Estre Berrocal returned the marriage contract to his hand, when Adán Rouco withdrew it, his eyes lighting up as he said, “But the only one I’ve had children with is you.”


    Indeed, he had married her for Paulita’s sake.


    “But I don’t want to be married to you.”


    I did not want, so lightly, to block his happiness.


    But Adán Rouco is not a man to be rejected so easily, and even less so when he is “proposing” to a woman.


    Adán Rouco slipped the ck pen into her small, thin hand and, holding her hand, forced her to sign.


    Estre Berrocal struggled desperately and, in the end, her tears fell on the paper in a cloud of frustration.


    Adam Rouco’s heart finally gave out and he slowly let go of her hand.


    With a frown, he opened the door and abruptly got out of the car, standing to the side, smoking a cigarette.


    Did she marry him and was she so reticent?


    There were so many nice girls around him in the North City, and with a casual nce, there were prettier, kinder, and more obedient girls than she who were willing to marry him, but he had a preference for her.


    Even he himself somewhat despised the act of forcing a marriage just now.


    In all his years of life, he had only lost control over Analena Lozada, and now, because of Estre Berrocal, he had lost his sanity and his calm.


    Adán Rouco held his cigarette in one hand and pressed his brow bone with the other.


    Inside the car, Estre Berrocal clutches her knees and buries her head in tears.


    Paulita runs out of the courtyard, frowning and tugging at Adán Rouco’s straight pants: “Stop smoking, Dad, Estre is crying, go make her cry!


    Adán Rouco looked sideways, his indifferent eyes nced toward the car, and with a single nce, the depth of his eyes deepened.


    She dropped the cigarette butt at her feet and crushed it with her leather shoe before rounding the front of the car to this side, opening the door and bending down to pick it up, her thin lips to her ear, “You think I’m going to let you go because you’re crying, Estre Berrocal, if you want to see Paulita again, there’s only one way.”


    Estre Berrocal looked up with a pale face and teary eyes trembling.


    This man was threatening her with Paulita!


    Adán Rouco was not embarrassed and reminded her in a cold voice: “Marrying me is the best option for you”.


    With these words, he grabbed her around the waist, oblivious to her dumbfounded expression.


    Paulita followed Adán Rouco: “Oh, Papa is taking Estre home!


    Once inside the house, Adán Rouco led her to the couch and picked up the medicine cab, grabbing her hand withoutint and examining it closely.


    The cut of the kitchen knife was small, but a little deep.


    The man frowned slightly, took the ointment and patiently applied it to his hand.


    Estre Berrocal tried to withdraw her hand several times, but to no avail.


    “Adán Rouco, why are you doing this to me?”


    The man’s brow furrowed, and he asked in a subdued voice, “What am I doing to you?”


    Did she feel intimidated or aggrieved that he had asked her to marry him?


    “I don’t want a marriage that’s just a deal.”


    The man paused in his dressing, and a long moment passed before he looked at her and said, “Estre Berrocal, is bing Mrs. Rouco just a deal for you?”


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