In the colorful bar, on the swinging dance floor, Are Rouco, dressed in a tight ck leather choke, dances with the men around her.


    The men, who from time to time tried to approach her to scrounge, were pushed back by Are Rouco’s index finger against her shoulder, and the men were not at all offended, but rather enjoyed such a wild ride.


    In the eyes of men, women who are too good at sex are often uninteresting and prefer to seek excitement.


    Are Rouco went down to the dance floor for three sets, finally tired and much calmer in her anger, before returning to the bar and ordering a Mortito with the bartender.


    After taking a couple of sips of her Motito, Vanesa Bartolomé came over with thetest ck Chanel bag and sat down next to her.


    Vanesa Bartolome was Adán Rouco’s ex-girlfriend and knew Are Rouco. Even after Vanesa Bartolome broke up with Adán Rouco, she maintained contact with Are Rouco from time to time.


    “Miss Vanessa, what would you like to drink?”


    Vanesa Bartolome said to the waiter: “A whiskey”.


    “What’s the matter, little princess, are you in a bad mood? Are you inviting me to the bar to talk about it?” asked Vanesa Bartolomé with a smile.


    Are Rouco’s fists clenched tightly at the thought of Estre Berrocal, and she bit her lip, “Miss Vanesa, do you know my brother’s current wife, Estre Berrocal?”


    Vanesa Bartolomé was stunned, it seemed that Are Rouco had a grudge against Estre Berrocal…?


    “I know her, what’s wrong, did she offend you…?”


    “I just gave her a gentle push, her belly is now about to fail and my brother mes me, even my father speaks in favor of Estre Berrocal, everyone is on her side, what’s the difference!”.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.


    Are Rouco’s tone, increasingly agitated, and a dark pleasure shed in Vanesa Bartolomé’s eyes, “So, did you ask me out to the bar for Estre Berrocal?”.


    “Miss Vanesa, I really hate her, I hate her to death, before she came, my father was strict with me, but he certainly loved me, but now …. my father is going to give half his name to Estre Berrocal, Se ?orita Vanesa, what do you think this is all about?”


    Are Rouco cried and threw herself into the arms of Vanesa Bartolomé, who stroked her head and asked with a frown, “Are you sure your father wants to give Estre Berrocal half of the property in his name?”


    Even if Fresco Rouco liked Estre Berrocal, he was not rted to her, so why would Fresco Rouco give half of his property to someone he was not rted to?


    Are Rouco choked back a sob, “I don’t know why, but my father and Estre Berrocal knew each other so well, I always felt that my father looked at her more than his own daughter, Miss Vanesa, what did I do wrong, why did my father do this to me?”


    Vanesa Bartolomé reassured: “Of course you have done nothing wrong, Estre Berrocal is not your father’s daughter, why would she keep half of the property?”


    “Miss Vanessa, what the hell am I supposed to do? I’m not happy … I hate Estre Berrocal so much for showing up … Because of her, my father and brother have started ming me too … ”


    Vanesa Bartolomé had a dark look on her face: “We have to think a lot about this? Did you just say that Estre Berrocal can’t keep the baby in her womb?”.


    “Yes, the doctor said he rmended abortion, but I don’t know if they will insist on the baby.”


    “That means that son, perhaps, it is still possible, Are, now you are guilty of having harmed Estre Berrocal and her son, and you hate her so much that if in the future she were to give birth to that son, her position in Adam Rouco’s heart would be even greater, and it would only be more He is living happily, taking half of your father’s fortune with ease, why, can you really live with that?”


    Are Rouco’s fingertips, clenched in the palm of her hand, gritted her teeth with hatred: “No, I’ll never make it that easy for you”.


    She was already in hell, why should Estre Berrocal be in the clouds enjoying great happiness?


    “Then let’s do it once and for all, and put an end to the child in her womb, once and for all.”


    Are Rouco’s watery eyes fluttered violently with some panic and rm, only to be quickly reced by a great wave of hatred.


    “But if I do that, my brother won’t let me go.”


    Vanesa Bartolomé’s red lips curved charmingly, “Of course your brother must not know.”


    Vanesa Bartolomé leaned close to Are Rouco’s ear and whispered softly.


    …


    Adán Rouco took Estre Berrocal to Fabada and Estre Berrocal only wanted to eat vegetables, so the scene turned into Estre Berrocal taking care of the vegetables and Adán Rouco taking care of the meat.


    Adán Rouco offered Estre Berrocal two pieces of meat in her bowl, and Estre Berrocal shook her head in disgust at the meat.


    She has a reaction to pregnancy, can’t smell any fish and loves vegetables.


    When he had eaten his fill, Estre Berrocal asked Adán Rouco with a smile on her chin, “You look strange today.”


    “Hmm? Where’s the weirdness?”


    “Well, … he’s particrly submissive and spends weekday hours shopping with me doing all this boring stuff, I always feel like you’ve done something wrong. why the hell?”


    Adán Rouco hitched his thin lips, “Mr. Adán is good to Mrs. Rouco, and you need a reason?”


    When we left the restaurant, there was a gray sky outside and small snowkes were already falling.


    It’s almost New Year’s Eve, the roads are decorated with lights and it’s snowing, so it’s especially festive.


    The road, already wet, was snowing little by little, with no tendency to stop.


    Adam Rouco looked at the falling snow and said, “This is the first snow of the year in The Holy City. ”


    “Really? Then we’ll have to walk into the snow.”


    It is said that lovers who turn white with the first snow can stay together for the rest of their lives.


    They had no umbre and Estre Berrocal had no shoes that could tread water. Adán Rouco approached her, condescended to squat down, held out his hand and patted her on the shoulder: “Get in, I’ll take you”.


    Estre Berrocaly sweetly on his neck and climbed onto his erect back.


    Adán Rouco wrapped his arms around the crook of her legs and held her firmly behind his back.


    Estre Berrocal leaned crookedly on his shoulder, wrapping one hand around his neck and stretching out the other to catch the falling white snowkes.


    They were in the snow, walking for who knows how long, when Estre Berrocal suddenly leaned over his shoulder, stared at him and said, “Adam, you have all white hair.”


    Pedestrians on the street, watching them.


    After all, Adán Rouco is too handsome and, carrying Estre Berrocal, a young couple passing in front of them, the girl twisted her boyfriend’s arm andined in a joking tone: “Look that he is her boyfriend’s boyfriend, and look at you, who hates it when he drags you …”


    Not to be outdone, the boy said with deliberate venom, “Then you don’t even notice how thin his girlfriend is, she’s not like you, you can’t even hold her.”


    “Who are you talking about! Do you want to sleep in the living room tonight?”


    The young couple scrambled in the snow and ran out in front of each other.


    Estre Berrocal, however, leaned on Adán Rouco’s shoulder and said, “Adán, I’m d to have you.”