Lorenzo Rouco stared at the girl who smiled at him with bright eyes and teeth, his dark eyes fixed on her, the deepest part of his pupils reflecting her small figure, full of light.


    Just like his chest, full as if overflowing, he had never felt so full and content.


    Estre Berrocal ced the cake she had just bought on the table: “Open it and see”.


    Lorenzo Rouco reached out and carefully opened the carton, fearing to break the soft cake inside.


    When he opened it, the cardboard box contained, among other things, a small standing snowman cake.


    The little snowman is festive and cute with a red Christmas hat on his head.


    Estre Berrocal ced the candle, lit it and said, “Make your wish.”


    Lorenzo Rouco drew his lips into a smile, thinking that what he really desired in his heart was unlikely toe true.


    His real desire was to be with her all the time, to be with her.


    Estre Berrocal sang the birthday song softly and after Lorenzo Rouco made his wish, she asked him, “What did you wish for?”


    “I want to be with you always, to protect you, to take care of you. Will you help me fulfill my heart’s desire?”


    Estre Berrocal froze and looked at him for a long time.


    Lorenzo Rouco said, “Fine, cut the cake.”


    The conversation, brought to a climax.


    Lorenzo Rouco cut a piece of cake and handed it to Estre Berrocal, who wiped a handful of cream from her fingers and smeared it suddenly on the tip of her nose.


    There is something amusing and inexplicably contrasting about the cream of his nose and the cool, handsome appearance of Adán Rouco.


    “As much as I want Adam toe back safe and sound, I don’t want anything to happen to you guys either, I want you all to be okay.”


    Lorenzo Rouco lowered his eyes slightly and took her hand, which was red with cold, in his.


    It was snowing outside and she had just gone out to buy him a cake, cold, I think.


    Lorenzo Rouco took her hand, brought it to his lips and breathed softly.


    Estre Berrocal sat across from him and looked at him with a wry smile.


    …


    After lunch and birthday cake, Estre Berrocal took Lorenzo Rouco to see a movie.


    On the way to the movie, Lorenzo Rouco’s cell phone rings and the caller is Santino Yepes.


    Lorenzo Rouco leaned toward Estre Berrocal’s ear and whispered, “I’m going out to take a call.”


    Estre Berrocal thought that Lorenzo Rouco had Adán Rouco’s cell phone and that the people he was talking to were the people Adán Rouco usually contacted, so Lorenzo Rouco would not know him.


    “Do you want me to help you?”


    “It’s not necessary.”


    Lorenzo Rouco reached out and rubbed his head, got up and left the movie theater.


    Only when he left did Lorenzo Rouco pick up the phone.


    Santino Yepes said over the phone: “Boss, the man you asked me to investigate, I have found him. The man who set the fire, Adriano Asencio, has confessed that it was Doria Guillen who gave him half a million dors to set Vi La familia Berrocal on fire. ”


    “Okay, got it.”


    “Boss, didn’t you know before … who the arsonist was?”


    How do you suddenly know the person who set the fire then?


    Lorenzo Rouco exins, “I sent someone to look for the people who witnessed it then.”


    “Oh, so that’s how it is.”


    Santino Yepes asked no more questions despite the doubts in his mind, “Boss, what are you going to do with this matter? Private or…?”


    “Call the police, Doria Guillen tried to have Estre killed back in the day and I’m not going to let her go free.”


    “Yes, I’ll get right on it.”


    Lorenzo Rouco was about to hang up when, suddenly, he changed his mind again and said: “Wait, first send someone to bring me Doria Guillen”.


    “Yes.”


    …


    When Lorenzo Rouco ended the call and came back in and sat down next to Estre Berrocal, she asked, “Who called? Did the other party feel something was wrong?”


    “No, it was Santino who called.”


    Estre Berrocal breathed a sigh of relief: “Oh, Santino is alone, nothing is wrong”.


    In the dim light, Lorenzo Rouco stares at the small face of Estre Berrocal.


    Estre Berrocal had started to look at the big screen to watch the movie, but she felt a hot look, and as she turned her eyes, a dark shadow suddenly leaned in front of her and her lips were hot.


    Four lips, pressed together.


    Lorenzo Rouco kissed her.


    The bucket of popcorn that Estre Berrocal was holding slipped and slid to the floor, spilling everywhere.


    The man in front, hearing the movement, looked back and Estre Berrocal hurriedly pushed Lorenzo Rouco away with an embarrassed look on her face.


    He pretended to look at the big screen calmly, but in reality, his face had already burned.


    Fortunately, the theater was dimly lit, so he should … not be able to see his embarrassment.


    Lorenzo Rouco remembers the kiss on his lips, soft and charming.


    He would love to have her like this.


    One movie, and when the big crucial plot cameter, Estre Berrocal couldn’t get into it. It was aedy, and people in the theater wereughing out loud, but she couldn’tugh at all.


    In my head, all I could think about was that superficial kiss.


    She was lost in thought when the male voice in her ear suddenly approached, his voice low and soft as he asked, “The popcorn’s spilled, can I get you another bucket?”


    “No, no, the film is almost finished anyway.”


    Lorenzo Rouco replied in a light voice: “Hmm”.


    A day that passes quickly.


    In the afternoon, snowkes began to fall again outside.


    Along the way, Estre Berrocal asked, “Where else would you like to go to spend the night?”.


    Lorenzo Rouco took her in his arms, opened his coat and wrapped the little girl in it, hugging her tightly and saying: “It’s cold outside, let’s go home”.


    Estre Berrocal looked up at him from her arms, “I’m not cold, you’re outside from time to time, I’ll keep youpany.”


    Lorenzo Rouco curved his thin lips, looked at the tip of his red, icy nose and said, “But I’m a little tired.”


    “Yes, too, you must be tired with three people living inside you, so let’s go home and rest.”


    Lorenzo Rouco drove Estre Berrocal back to The Vis at Repulse Bay before leaving the bedroom after watching Estre Berrocal fall asleep in bed.


    The call came from Santino Yepes: “Boss, I have brought Doria Guillén”.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.


    “Wait for me downstairs, I’m on my way.”


    “Good.”


    Santino Yepes is sitting in the Maybach, Doria Guillén in the back seat, strapped in and with her mouth taped shut, moaning and hissing but unable to make a sound.


    Lorenzo Rouco came down the stairs wearing a long ck coat, ck leather gloves on his hands, all solemn and cold.


    Lorenzo Rouco climbed into the car and sat down next to Doria Guillen, bending down and ripping the duct tape directly from the seal of his mouth.


    Doria Guillén, with bated breath, stared at him and shouted, “Adán Rouco! I’m telling you! Now I’m thedy of the Tasis Group! If you touch me you are making an enemy of the whole Tasis Group and the Tasis Group!”


    Lorenzo Rouco did not look away, his gaze was as cold as ice: “You should have thought of this day ten years ago, when you sent your men to burn my wife to death.”


    “You … how do you know…”


    Lorenzo Rouco growled coldly, when he had gone to Vi La familia Berrocal to look for Estre Berrocal, he had coincidentally found the perpetrator rushing out after starting the fire, which was already veryrge, and had rushed in to save Estre Berrocal, although he had let the person who had started the fire escape, but had firmly remembered the man’s face.


    It is not toote for a gentleman to take revenge, and that is finally true for Lorenzo Rouco.


    Ten yearster, he has reappeared and what he wants most is to help Estre Berrocal get her revenge.


    The fire that almost killed Estre Berrocal, and that almost killed him too.