Instead of being forgiven by Estre Berrocal, Irene Guillén’s false allegation was humiliated by Adán Rouco.


    When Adán Rouco returned from outside with the hospital gown, Estre Berrocal looked at him curiously: “What did you say to Irene Guillén outside the room? I thought I saw her leave humiliated and angry”.


    Adán Rouco raised an eyebrow, reached over with his long legs and said, “It’s not a nice thing to do.”


    Estre Berrocal was curious: “What is the word?


    Adán Rouco is a man who, even in his hospital gown, is so clear that Estre Berrocal can’t imagine him cursing.


    Adán Rouco is cold, arrogant, calm and gentlemanly, even if that gentlemanly elegance is a bit indifferent and distant, and he may not look at you well or say a kind word when you approach him, but you can’t imagine him cursing.


    Adán Rouco, on the other hand, was not going to tell Estre Berrocal because he did not want her to know that he was going to swear.


    If Mrs. Rouco does not learn from the good and follow her example of the bad, she will not be digging a hole for herself.


    Outside the door, the nurse knocks on the door.


    “Mr. Adam, are you there, may Ie in?”


    Estre Berrocal listened with some amusement to the nurse’s somewhat cautious voice.


    Since thest time the nurse misbehaved with Adán Rouco, she remembered to knock on the door before entering the room.


    This shows that Adam Rouco, the man, was feared.


    Some people are born with an air of nonchnce.


    Adán Rouco leaned back on the bed and said very nonchntly, “Come in.”


    That’s when the nurse broke through.


    “I’ll take your temperature.”


    In the hospital, the temperature is taken in the morning and evening, without fail.


    After taking his temperature, the nurse was about to leave when Adán Rouco suddenly called out to her.


    “Stand still.”


    The nurse blushed, fearing that this Mr. Adam would again say something unwritten.


    That he was surprised when Adán Rouco simply thought of the exquisite fruit basket on the table, handed it to him and said: “My wife is allergic to mangoes, here you go”.


    The nurse was stunned, but Adán Rouco had already pushed the fruit basket hard into the nurse’s arms, in a gesture that was not exactly gentlemanly, much less refined.


    The nurse was confused andughed with extreme embarrassment: Is she okay?


    Estre Berrocal smiled: “I’m going to bother you to take care of me and my husband these days, take this fruit basket with you, it would be nice to have it as a snack fruit with your colleagues”.


    Adán Rouco is a cold speaker and when he doesn’t smile he gives the impression of being distant, but Estre Berrocal considers that sometimes when he smiles he doesn’t feel too friendly.


    But Estre Berrocal seems to be the kind of weak, even bullied, girl that the nurse dares to talk to in a natural way.


    “Then thank you Mrs. Rouco. ”


    “No, thank you.”


    When the nurse left with her basket of fruit in high spirits, Estre Berrocal rested her chin on her small hand and looked at Adán Rouco, who was nheless reading his papers on the bed next to her, and said, “Adán, you are very bad.”


    Also, he is not a very good person to deal with.


    What Estre Berrocal means, of course, is that dealing with friends is not the way it is in the business world.


    There is no doubt that Adán Rouco has his own way of dealing with people in the business world.


    But who likes to spend time with someone who is so bad at talking on a daily basis?


    Adán Rouco’s gaze did not lift from the papers, but opened faintly, “You expect me to speak fondly to the nurse who was just there?”


    It is a soft voice … which is also not necessary.


    She had not been so generous as to see Adán Rouco talking quietly with another woman whom she did not know at all, right under her nose.


    Every woman has a perfect lover in her heart. Estre Berrocal thinks the same about herself.N?velDrama.Org content.


    The fruit basket, brought by Irene Guillén, was just an excuse for him to throw it away.


    Estre Berrocal looked at him and asked, “Adam, how did you know I was going to be allergic to mangoes?”


    She had never told him about it, so how could she know?


    Adam Rouco still didn’t look up at her, his voice was calm, “Usually a fruit te, but whenever you touch a mango, you avoid it, if it’s not an allergy, why is it? I don’t remember you being a picky eater.”


    Estre Berrocal’s heart skipped a beat.


    She did not expect Adán Rouco to observe her so closely.


    His face, slightly warmed, and his heart, with it, warmed.


    So she got up from the hospital bed, ran to his bed and hugged him.


    Adam Rouco frowned slightly, looked down at the thin hospital gown she was wearing and stretched out his long arms, sping her tightly as he shared the quilt over her body and draped it over her.


    In the living room, the air conditioning was on, but it was winter and she had just had a miscarriage. She had just had a miscarriage and couldn’t catch a cold, couldn’t always get out of bed and run.


    Adán Rouco kissed his temple and asked in a mute voice: “Are you cold?


    Estre Berrocal shook her head, “It’s not cold, it’s hot.”


    She leaned into his arms, certainly warm.


    A pair of watery eyes, clear as a stream, rose up from the man’s chest and stared at him, “Good thing you hurt your back and not your chest, otherwise you couldn’t have held me and right now I’d be curled up on your back like a tailless bear.”


    Adán Rouco imagined that image and raised his eyebrows slightly.


    Estre Berrocal asks, “Adam, you’re really worried about me, aren’t you?”.


    How else could he realize that he usually eats his fruit te while avoiding the mangoes?


    Adán Rouco was not impressed: “You are Mrs. Rouco, isn’t it normal for me to follow you?


    Probably the most beautiful words of love in this world are when the other person feels that he/she loves you and takes it for granted.


    Estre Berrocal arched her eyebrows, wrapped her hands around his neck and asked quietly, “Am I … just Mrs. Rouco?”


    Women are greedy, and having made sure of one thing, she wanted to make sure he loved her even more.


    Adán Rouco held her small body in his arms for a long time in silence.


    After a long, long time, long enough for Estre Berrocal to think that Adán Rouco would not say such a meaty name, Adán Rouco looked down, pressed his thin lips to her ear and said two words in a maic voice that only the two of them could hear.


    “Wife.


    It sounded like a response to his words, but to Estre Berrocal it sounded more like he was yelling at her.


    The root of Estre Berrocal’s ear is red and hot, like a date cake, very soft and red.


    Adán Rouco stared at her cute little ears and wanted to take a bite, and indeed he did.


    “What about me, am I just your husband?”


    My husband … is what Adán Rouco just called in front of the nurse.


    Estre Berrocal drops her long eyshes and a sound is heard: “Husband”.


    With a hint of shyness.


    Satisfied, Adán Rouco squeezed her tightly in his arms and said softly, “Now I really want to touch you”.


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal was unconsciously straining, not to mention the fact that she had just had a miscarriage. How … could she do strenuous exercise, not to mention that she had just had a miscarriage and her back was so bad?