There has always been a disparity between the physical strength of men and women, especially in this area.


    Adán Rouco was clearly refreshed and even more invigorated when he finished, but Estre Berrocal was asleep in bed, exhausted.


    Her breathing was shallow, her eyshes long, and Adán Rouco looked at her with soft eyes, his thin lips hooked in superb humor, dropping apassionate kiss on her forehead.


    Estre Berrocal slept for about half an hour and woke up when it was already dark outside.


    After some exercise, I was also hungry.


    Adán Rouco asks, “Are you hungry?”


    “Well, now I want a Fabada”.


    Fabada?


    Adán Rouco tugged her: “Come on, let’s have dinner”.


    Estre Berrocal asks, while getting dressed, “Is there a fabada in this upscale hotel? I would also like to have a kebab…”


    “The boss’s wife wants it and if the chef doesn’t dare to do it, the boss will fire him.”


    Estre Berrocal covered her face andughed as the image of the chef’s dumbfounded face shed through her mind.


    It is also really aggravating for a chef in a seven-star hotel to be asked to make Fabada, the grilled meat.


    …


    As she entered the elevator, Adán Rouco suddenly came up behind her and raised his hand to cover her eyes.


    Estre Berrocal unconsciously raised her hand and ced it on the back of his, “Well…. why are you covering my eyes?”.


    The man behind her, his pleasant masculine breath spraying the base of her ear, opened in a low, muffled voice, “Surprise.”


    “Surprise? What kind of surprise?”


    “Arrive soon.”


    The elevator, with a jingle, reaches the top floor.


    Adán Rouco helped her, half-heartedly, to get out of the elevator.


    Estre Berrocal was a little impatient: “Can you open your eyes now?


    Adán Rouco led her to the table before releasing her eyes, as the man lowered his head and spoke softly into her ear, “Happy first anniversary, Mrs.


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal froze, did she really remember?


    In front of them, fireflies danced in the sky, champagne and candles were arranged on the table and countless colorful balloons were tied around them, thergest of which had the words “First Anniversary” written on it.


    These … are carefully organized by him.


    Only …


    “How did you know I wasing back today?”


    These were obviously prearranged.


    In the center of the rectangr dining table is a bouquet of white roses, very fresh and obviously recently ced.


    “I was scheduled to fly to King City today to pick you up, but you’ve upset my ns.”


    Estre Berrocal’s watery eyes quivered, “You … nned this a long time ago? So you remembered the day from the beginning?”.


    Adam Rouco approached her, picked up the beautiful bouquet of white roses and handed it to her with a yful look, “Unlike you, I’m not so careless as to not remember until my anniversary.


    Estre Berrocal, clutching the white roses, saw that inside the bouquet was a small gift box and arched her eyebrows, “Do you have a gift for me?”


    “Take it apart and look.”


    Estre Berrocal carefully unwrapped it, and inside was a simple but subtle diamond ne with a brilliant cut, worth a lot of money.N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner.


    “I’ll put it on for you.”


    “Hmm.”


    Adán Rouco picks up the ne from the box, walks behind her and helps her put it on.


    Estre Berrocal touched the ne to her corbone and asked with a slight blush, “Is it pretty?”.


    “Nice to see.”


    Soon the waiter and the violinist came upstairs.


    Once they were both seated, the waiter asked: “President Rouco, Mrs. Rouco, what would you like to eat?


    Estre Berrocal still can’t get enough of Fabada, “I want to eat Fabada. ”


    Recently pregnant, I just want to eat with a focus on taste.


    Waiter: “This…”


    A seven-star hotel, in such a romantic location, on such a memorable day, while eating fabada and listening to violins?


    Mrs. Rouco is a bit of a pleasure …


    Estre Berrocal frowned slightly, “No?”.


    Adán Rouco ordered with abandon: “Go and tell the cook to make it, if it’s not as good as the fabada at the roadside store, you’ll be out of a job”.


    Waiter: “… yes yes yes yes”.


    Estre Berrocal called out to him, a little embarrassed, “By the way, another roast, please. ”


    Adán Rouco folded the cloth in front of him: “I’ll take one of those”.


    Estre Berrocal was stunned, not realizing that Adán Rouco was also going to eat something so unnutritious.


    “… it’s not a problem.”


    The waiter turned around with a look of astonishment, Mrs. Rouco must have eaten too much mountain food!


    Fabada and grilled meat again … President Rouco even followed with spoiled face and asked for one too … what happened.