Dulcina Calvo was eating the freshly served tripe, veal rolls and shrimp sliders to her heart’s content, and ordered a cocktail.


    Estre Berrocal tried to stop her, but was stopped by Adán Rouco.


    “Dulcina, you’re not still falling out of love, are you?”.


    So, drowning on food?


    Dulcina Calvo said with a smile as she sipped a cocktail and slurped fondue, “How can it be! I can’t possibly be thinking of Lázaro Morejón, that great imbecile! He doesn’t exist!”


    But the calmer she is, the more Estre Berrocal thinks something is wrong.


    Dulcina Calvo was a very bad drinker and by the time the cocktail was finished, her little face was already drunk, plus she had eaten a lot so she was pretty propped up, slumped over the table and started to babble.


    Why doesn’t Lázaro Morejón like me? Estre! Is it because I’m not as pretty as that princess from Grupo Najarro? I’ve been talking to Lázaro Morejón for three years … Why is he only interested in money and not people? Oh… The rich are big men! And yes… with the rich… tripe, beef sliders and shrimp, whatever you want! Ask for whatever you want.”


    Estre Berrocal looked at Adán Rouco and said: “Let’s take Dulcina home first, she won’t arrive alone”.


    “Do you know where his family lives?”.


    Estre Berrocal was stunned to learn that Dulcina Calvo’s parents were not from La Ciudad Santa, but from a small town in La Ciudad Santa. Dulcina Calvo works in La Ciudad Santa and must have rented a house there.


    “And Dulcina, Dulcina, where do you live? Can I take you home to sleep?”.


    Estre Berrocal nudged Dulcina Calvo, who smiled and said: “My house? Mi casa … my house is in the hospital!”


    The corners of Estre Berrocal’s mouth twitched, and it seemed that there was really nothing more to ask.


    Adán Rouco made a call to Esteban Zaragosa: “Dulcina Calvo is drunk, we are in the Chinatown Hot Pot”.


    After hanging up the phone, Estre Berrocal asked with some concern, “Dulcina has gone out with me, it’s not a good idea for me to leave her with Esteban Zaragosa, is it?”


    “Esteban Zaragosa is not going to take advantage of Dulcina Calvo while she is drunk.”


    Estre Berrocal did not know Esteban Zaragosa well, but seeing Esteban Zaragosa’s aloof and reserved appearance, it was impossible to associate the man with any bad words.


    Adán Rouco, seeing her uneasiness, added: “Besides, Esteban Zaragosa is Dulcina Calvo’s trainee teacher and Dulcina Calvo knows him well.”


    At this thought, Estre Berrocal was relieved. “Lázaro Morejón is an asshole, Dulcina doesn’t say it, but after three years talking about it, Lázaro Morejón cheats on her with a rich girl, she must feel really bad about it.”


    Adán Rouco looked at her with righteous indignation, his thin lips curved and he asked in a deep voice: “Did the same thing happen to my Estre, when she broke up with Iván Martínez?”


    “…”


    What was the point of bringing it up with her?


    Estre Berrocal told the truth: “I did not have a good opinion of Iván Martínez, I knew he had conspired with Irene Guillén and Doria Guillén to keep my father’s money, I hated him so much that I wanted to cut him with a knife, how could I think of him?”


    Adán Rouco looked at her with a deep smile, and the man reached up and rubbed her hair.


    Esteban Zaragosa arrived shortly thereafter, without even changing out of the white coat he wore, attracting a crowd of passersby as he entered the hot food restaurant.


    In her white coat, the image was too sharp in the hot food restaurant.


    Adán Rouco said: “Dulcina Calvo is in your hands”.


    With those words, he left, putting his arm around Estre Berrocal, who looked back worriedly for a few moments as Adán Rouco’srge hand pulled her head away.


    Dulcina Calvo copsed on the table, her face flushed, and Esteban Zaragosa looked at her coldly, somewhat helplessly, and went to pick her up on the other side of the table.


    At that moment, Dulcina Calvo moved her little hand and put her arms around Esteban Zaragosa’s neck, murmuring, “Lázaro Morejón…”


    Esteban Zaragosa’s face was clear and cold, as she lifted the small hand that hung from her neck, with some abruptness, and threw it away.


    Dulcina Calvo mmed her hand on the table with a thud and frowned in pain, “Ouch…!”Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    Esteban Zaragosa frowned, a little annoyed, but bent down and gathered the petite figure in a horizontal embrace.


    If Lázaro Morejón dared to shout again, Esteban Zaragosa could not guarantee that he would not throw her to the ground.


    “Lazaro Morejon…”


    The little woman in that embrace came to rub her face against his chest in a cooperative manner.


    “…”


    Esteban Zaragosa stopped in his tracks, the corners of his eyes twitched, therge hand that held Dulcina Calvo, tightened its grip on her waist, his face, too, darkened several degrees, but he did not let go of the person in his arms to actually throw her to the ground.


    …


    Here, Adán Rouco and Estre Berrocal got into the car.


    Adán Rouco bent down to fasten Estre Berrocal’s seat belt.


    Estre Berrocal looked at the handsome face of the man in front of her and wondered what would happen if Adán Rouco cheated on her too. Would she be able to forgive Adán Rouco if he cheated on her?


    One thing he had to admit was that his feelings for Ivan Martinez were nowhere near as strong as those he now had for Adam Rouco.


    Perhaps because she had had countless negative encounters with the man in front of her, while with Iván Martínez she had not, or perhaps because she had two children with him and was therefore more attached to him, sometimes Estre Berrocal was not even sure if it was Adán Rouco who had liked her first or if it was Adán Rouco who had first epted that he was the real father of her daughter.


    Adam Rouco felt a hot look on her and looked at her, “Why are you looking at me like that?”.


    “I was wondering if I would forgive you if you cheated on me in the future.”


    Adán Rouco asked: “And what would happen, would you forgive me?


    Estre Berrocal frowned and scoffed, “Are you waiting so long for that answer that you already have it in mind?”


    “In the Rouco family there are no unfaithful men, and in my generation we cannot spoil the culture.”


    Estre Berrocal pursed her lips and smiled, “But with ancestors, there would be a few wives or something, where there would be strength to cheat.”


    Half joking, half serious.


    Estre Berrocal couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, it just made herugh. “Don’t they say that when a man has money he bes bad, do they?”


    For some reason, Estre Berrocal is obsessed with this issue today, she wants to ask for an answer, even if Adán Rouco is just talking about it.


    Maybe it’s because women are prone to ruminations during pregnancy?


    Adam Rouco’s dark eyes narrowed, he raised his hand to rub his head and said, “Why do you only think about such nonsense?”


    “I can’t forget that because you are better than Ivan Martinez and Lazaro Morejon in every way, I can’t forget that men are bad, and if you cheat on your wife with Ivan Martinez and Lazaro Morejon, you will have the same problem as Ivan Martinez and Lazaro Morejon. If you cheat on her, you are no different than Ivan Martinez and the others, at best one is low level scum and the other is high level scum. You still haven’t answered me, have you?”.


    Estre Berrocal shivered.


    Adán Roucoughed softly, “I’ve had money for over thirty years, and I haven’t messed around for a long time, and after having a legal sexual partner, even less messing around, and messing around, and only with you. satisfied?”


    “…”


    The man, cocky.


    But he was so cocky and innocent, and Estre Berrocal still loved him to pieces!


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