Arge bottle of freshly squeezed grapefruit juice was on the table as they ate breakfast.
Estre Berrocal frowned a little as she came down the stairs and said, “I thought Paulita didn’t like grapefruit juice. Why did she squeeze so much?”.
The little girl was kneeling on a child’s chair, her small hands clutching the grapefruit that she had already peeled and put in the juicer.
“Estre, Felipa says that eating grapefruit gives a lot of vitamins, and I don’t like it, but I wanted to squeeze it for you!”.
Adán Roucoughed lightly and raised his hand to rub the little girl’s head: “Don’t make excuses if you want to y with the juicer. Stop making juices and have breakfast”.
Paulita pouted and grunted, but Estre Berrocal was moved by this “filial” feeling and drank two sses of grapefruit juice in the morning.
Interestingly, for the next two or three days, all the juice on the breakfast table was grapefruit juice.
Paulita seemed to be obsessed with grapefruit, and Estre Berrocal had to drink two sses of grapefruit juice before she could leave the house in the morning, otherwise Paulita would not let her go.
…
That day Estre Berrocal left work early, and since the Yahua Film and Television Company was near the Rouco Group, she went to the Rouco Group to wait for Adán Rouco to leave work.
She had just arrived on the sixty-sixth floor and was about to enter Adán Rouco’s office when a bright male voice called out to her from behind.
“Little Lion?”
Estre Berrocal unconsciously turned around. She remembered Matthew Gálvez, President Gálvez of the Rouco Group’s foreign department and a good friend of Adán Rouco.
Matthew Galvez ced his gold-rimmed sses on the bridge of his nose and looked up at her, “Is that you,e to see Adam?”
Estre Berrocal nodded, “Yes, President Galvez hello, President Galvez, did you just call me…?”
Mateo Galvez smiled like a spring and yed along, “Yes, the only person here who would be out of breath besides you is me, if I don’t call you, do I call myself?”
Little Lion?
Who had given him that nickname?
Wait, that’s not right, isn’t Leoncito the name of that little stray dog!
No wonder Adán Rouco had named the stray dog “Leoncito”, he wondered why a dog was called Leoncito for no reason!
When he came to his senses, he asked curiously: “President Galvez, may I ask why you call me ‘Leoncito’?”.
Mateo Galvez rubbed the bridge of his nose with his long fingers, smiling ambiguously and intriguingly, “That … is something you should ask Adam.”
As Estre Berrocal turned to enter Adán Rouco’s office, Matthew Gálvez reminded her, “Ah, yes, Adán is meeting in the conference room, why don’t you wait for him in his office for a moment?”
Estre Berrocal’s teary eyes trembled slightly, wasn’t she in her office?
“Yes, thank you President Galvez”.
When Estre Berrocal entered the office, it was empty, Adán Rouco’sptop was on and a box was on the table, she approached and opened it, and there it was, the smart chip.
Theptop screen also disyed the Rouco Group’s financial statements for the quarter.
The voice of Jonathan Tasis resounded in his ears.Property ? N?velDrama.Org.
“If you want Rouco Group to lose even more, do your best to steal his financial statements and his production and marketing strategy n from Adam Rouco’sputer, it will be a fatal blow to Rouco Group if his production and marketing strategy n is known to other colleagues. ”
Estre Berrocal’s watery eyes stared at the illuminatedputer screen.
In her mind, the image of her father jumping off a building and her brain on the ground flickered unconsciously, and just as she was about to reach out, the other half of her mind filled with the image of Adam Rouco making love to her.
That night on Beach Ind, when she had learned of his death, she had even regretted working with Jonathan Tasis, and had been overjoyed when Adam Rouco had appeared before her safe and sound.
Adam Rouco had forced her father to die, she should have wanted him to die, but why, time and again, had she fallen?
Tears, slowly slipping from her eyes.
…
Adán Rouco left the conference room and bumped into Mateo Gálvez in the hallway.
“Your lion cub is here to see you, in your office.”
Adán Rouco’s eyes sank, and he only replied in a subdued voice before striding away to his office with an extremely cold response.
Mateo Galvez was still a bit puzzled: “Why so cold! He has no interest”.
When Adán Rouco arrived at the office door, he did not enter directly, but gently pushed the door open a crack and stared at the small woman in front of his desk.
Just as Estre Berrocal was about to take out the smart chip in the box, Adán Rouco suddenly pushed open the door.
“Star, what are you doing?”
Estre Berrocal grabbed the chip with her hand, her face suddenly lost the color of surprise and the chip fell to the ground.
His heart had even forgotten to beat, and he dared not utter a word as he stared at Adán Rouco, who had entered from outside.
Had he heard about it yet?
The man’s dark, bottomless eyes bore into her as if he wanted to see right through her, a look that made Estre Berrocal want to run, to be invisible.
But hadn’t she already imagined and choreographed in her head a million times what would happen if he discovered the truth?
Why was he still so weak?
The man approached her and looked at the chip that had fallen at her feet.
Estre Berrocal tried to speak in her defense, but found that when she did, even her throat was muffled. “I …”
After the word “I”, there was no exnation.
Adán Rouco bent down, picked up the token from the floor and, as he stood up, a smile suddenly appeared on his forehead, a kind smile, even a hint of affection.
Among the four eyes, one was speechless, the other quiet and with a slight smile.
Adán Rouco raised his hand, snatched it from her and ced in hers the token he had picked up from the floor, saying in a t and uninterested tone, “It seems that you are interested in this token, you have been asking me about it since this morning and now you are trying to sneak it to you…”
Estre Berrocal unconsciously tried to withdraw her hand, “I … I didn’t, I just…”
“If you’re that curious, then you can keep this chip, it’s not that important.”
She stammered before she could say anything to escape on her own, Adán Rouco had already kindly handed her the chip, and when he finished, with hisrge hand still around her waist, he kissed her softly and teased with a slight smile, “Why are you still as curious as Paulita, eh?”
God only knows how fast Estre Berrocal’s heart was beating at that moment, almost jumping out of her throat.
He took a deep, surreptitious breath and said calmly, “Does Paulita like to fiddle with those things too?”
Adán Rouco stared at her with clear eyes, “Well, Paulita usually takes my things and hides them from me, has she picked up that habit from you?”
Estre Berrocal forced a measly smile as she put the token in her hand back down on the table and smiled at him in a pretendedly lighthearted manner. “Just checking, what do I need this token for, I don’t even know how to use it, I don’t want it.”
Adán Rouco looked at the chip he had dropped on his desk and a dark gleam crept into his eyes.
“Don’t you want it?”
Estre Berrocal pursed her lips: “I don’t want it, what do I need it for?
Adán Rouco shook his hand and asked with a frown, “Why are you sweating so much?”
She withdrew her hand quickly, “I was a little hot.”
Adán Rouco looked at her calmly, and the more confident he looked at her at that moment, the guiltier she felt.
“Yes, yes, earlier I met President Galvez and he called me a little lion.”
Adán Rouco curved his thin lips: “Leoncito is what they call you”.
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