After a long morning of work, during lunch in the cafeteria, Dulcina Calvo picked up her phone and sent a message to Estre Berrocal.


    “What do you think it means when a man kisses you all the time?”.


    Estre Berrocal was writing a review when she received this message.


    As for why I was writing the review, it wasn’t because of the debauchery with Dulcina the other night.


    She looks amused at the conversation screen and asks, “Who always kisses you?”.


    Dulcina Calvo: “…. You tell me first and then I will tell you who it is”.


    Estre Berrocal didn’t even need me to tell her: “It’s Dr. Esteban, isn’t it?


    “…”


    Was it that obvious?


    No, she and Esteban Zaragosa were rarely seen together in front of Estre Berrocal, so how did Estre Berrocal view the foul y between them?


    Estre Berrocal asked, “So, do you like Dr. Esteban?”.


    Dulcina Calvo unconsciously typed three words: “No”.


    “If you don’t like someone, you should have told them before, I see that Dr. Esteban seems to be serious about you.”


    Dulcina Calvo frowned, suddenly annoyed, “Why are you serious, you seem to have a crush on my roommate.”


    Someone so quiet and gormless had asked several questions in a row about Eleanora Pena this morning, pending checking her ount.


    “Huh? No, I don’t think Dr. Esteban is that kind of person.”


    “Isn’t he that kind of person? Hm, I think he’s just trying to be a rogue and irresponsible. But I’ve decided to keep my distance from him, it’s almost Christmas anyway and I’m going home for Christmas, so I can go a long time without seeing him.”


    Estre Berrocal said, “But how does it sound to me that you y it?”.


    “…”


    Dulcina Calvo ate lunch off her te with her soul.


    “Dulcina, there’s no one sitting here, is there?”.


    “Oh, nobody, you sit down.”


    Dr. Pirro, who was sitting across from her, was the attending physician in the gastroenterology department and, ording to hospital gossip, Dr. Pirro had only been here for two years, had graduated from a prestigious university and, above all, was pleasant to look at and talk to, and was very refined.


    Dulcina Calvo thought: “A man of Dr. Pirro’s caliber must have a girlfriend, right?


    Dulcina Calvo coughed slightly, approached and asked surreptitiously, “Doctor Pirro, do you have a girlfriend?”.


    Pirro Estre suddenly blushed a little as he choked on his food and said shyly, “Not yet, but I think I’ll have a girlfriend soon.”


    “Huh?


    Dulcina Calvo’s reaction was especially nd as she rummaged through the chicken thigh on her te; she usually couldn’t get enough of it, so why didn’t she have an appetite today?


    Pirro Estre looked at her a bit quizzical, hadn’t she asked him if he had a girlfriend because she liked him and was in love with him, so she wanted to make sure?


    And that was it?


    Pirro Estre looked at her pecking at the grains of rice with his fork and said, “You don’t have an appetite, do you?”


    Dulcina Calvo rested her head on one hand and held her fork listlessly in the other, “Today’s canteen entrée doesn’t seem to have much vor.”


    “This pae I ordered is pretty good, I haven’t touched it yet, would you like some?”.


    With that, Pirro Estre spooned a pile of Pae onto Dulcina Calvo’s te, and she couldn’t even refuse it.


    Esteban Zaragosa, who was carrying his te, saw Pirro Estre and Dulcina Calvo sitting there, and naturally saw Pirro Estre put all the food from his te on Dulcina Calvo’s, with a deep frown on his face.


    Just as Dulcina Calvo was about to taste the pae, the hand holding the fork was suddenly strangled by arge, bony hand.


    “You have a cold, you can’t eat seafood.”


    Dulcina Calvo: “Huh?”


    When did he get a cold? Why didn’t he know?


    Esteban Zaragosa sat with his te right next to Dulcina Calvo, pulling Dulcina Calvo’s te close and pushing this one he had just typed in front of her, “Eat this.”


    Dulcina Calvo frowned a little: “But I want to eat pae”.


    Esteban Zaragosa gave him this, pasta, cocido madrileo … well … quite light.


    Pirro Estre smiled and said, “Dr. Esteban, let Dulcina eat it if she likes it, it’s okay to eat some seafood with a cold.”


    Esteban Zaragosa’s brow furrowed further, and there was a chilling glint in his eyes.


    Was it Pae’s problem? No, it wasn’t.


    A cold look from Esteban Zaragosa made Dulcina Calvo stop, pick up her fork and eat the light meal in silence.


    The pasta was like eating grass in your mouth …


    Esteban Zaragosa is so light in vor.


    Pirro Estre felt a little embarrassed that Dr. Esteban was the one who approached the back of the table, but now it was as if he was the redundant one.


    Pirro Estre saw that Esteban Zaragosa was not eating and asked, “Dr. Esteban, is he not eating?”.


    “I’m not hungry.”


    Dulcina Calvo threw a piece of ribs and ate it, well … the ribs tasted pretty good.


    “Mentor, you really don’t eat? Why don’t you have another one? These ribs are not bad.


    Esteban Zaragosa ignored her, but Pirro Estre asked chatting, “Doctor Esteban is so affectionate and clinical, he must have a girlfriend, right?”.


    Dulcina Calvo bit down on her fork and paused, staring at the food on her te, inexplicably a little curious and nervous about the answer.


    A very faint smile crept under Esteban Zaragosa’s eyes, “Of course I do.”


    Dulcina Calvo’s head was getting lower and lower.


    He had a girlfriend and he was still messing with her! And it was okay for him to … he was still sleeping with her, after all she was the one who was drunk, but what was that kiss he was giving when he was sober.


    Pirro Estre was secretly relieved andughed dryly, “I guess Dr. Esteban already has a girlfriend too, so I’m relieved hahaha.”


    Dulcina Calvo asked in a very direct way, “Dr. Esteban has a girlfriend, why is Dr. Pirro relieved?”


    Pirro Estre: “… ah, this, I was looking at Dr. Esteban is so good, if he didn’t have a girlfriend, wouldn’t it be a waste of resources?”


    Esteban Zaragosa grunted slightly and ignored her, instead he urged Dulcina Calvo, “Eat. I’lle to your house at the end of the night, the shirt I changed in the shower this morning is still in the washer.”


    Pirro Estre: “…”


    Huh? What the hell?


    Is the shirt you changed in the shower this morning still in the washing machine at Dulcina Calvo’s house?


    That’s a lot of information in a nutshell.


    Pirro Estre reacted for a moment, did Dr. Esteban take a shower at Dulcina Calvo’s house this morning?N?velDrama.Org content.


    No, that wasn’t the main thing, the main thing was that Dr. Esteban had spent the night at Dulcina Calvo’s housest night…


    Dulcina Calvo looked at Esteban Zaragosa without realizing it: “Why bother, I’ll bring it to you in the morning. Don’t go to my house, Eleanora Pe?a is at home and it’s not convenient for you to go”.


    Pirro Estre: “…”


    What would Dr. Esteban have to do to feel ufortable about going to your home?


    Pirro Estre, being a normal man, naturally thought of the indescribable aspect.


    Esteban Zaragosa, his gaze containing a slight dowry, looked at her for dinner and said very directly, “If it is inconvenient, why don’t you stay at my house tonight?”


    “…”


    Pirro Estre dropped his fork, interrupting the interaction between Esteban Zaragosa and Dulcina Calvo.


    He looked at the two with an embarrassed look, “No, sorry, shaky hands, I … I’m about to fill up, take your time.”


    Pirro Estre got up with his te and left in a hurry.


    Dulcina Calvo reacted several heartbeats slower: “What happened to Dr. Pirro?”.


    Esteban Zaragosa was in a good mood and yed dumb for a moment: “I don’t know”.