The next morning, during breakfast, udio Belles receives an invitation to a party for his high school ssmates, organized by the ss president, today at noon.
udio Belles doesn’t know her high school ssmates at all and didn’t want to go, but someone in the group had called her.
udio Belles was eating his bun when he clicked on the WhatsApp group to check his messages. A guy who likes to watch drama had messaged him and said, “udio Belles is eithering or he’s not. It was a big joke in ss.”
In the background, another person said: “Yes, I remember him very well. Now that Ritchie Ordó?ez and Fresco Varas are married, I wonder what happened to udio Belles”.
It was as if he thought udio Belles had an old me for Ritchie Ordonez, much to udio Belles’ mortification.
She was too young to know what it was like to be in love, it was just a childhood moment, but now that she was married and had someone she liked, who would remember if these people hadn’t mentioned Ritchie Ordonez.
udio Belles bit into his bun with indignation and a twinge of irritation.
Montrelle Herran took a sip of his porridge and looked at his young wife, sitting across from him, eyes on her phone, mood a little subdued, and frowned slightly, “What are you looking at?”
“Oh … nothing, a bunch of high school friends, yo-ho for a lunchtime reunion.”All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.
Montrelle Herran thought he wanted to go and asked, “What time is noon, shall I drop you off?”
“Huh? I don’t know if I’m going or not, the truth is I don’t keep in touch with my high school friends anymore.”
udio Belles had just finished speaking when his eyes fell back on the WhatsApp group of his high school friends.
One of them jumped up and said, “Come on, guys, udio is married and her husband is quite handsome. The other one was much better looking than Ritchie Ordonez.”
The corner of udio Belles’ mouth turned up; anyone can have vanity, and a woman’s corresponds to his.
He was, her Montrelle Herran, much better looking than Ritchie Ordonez, not even in the same league, so how could she still be so foolish as to think of that Ritchie Ordonez.
Where Montrelle Herran was standing caught his attention.
Montrelle Herran raised an eyebrow, something was wrong with Mrs. Ordó?ez.
“Mrs. Montrelle?”
“Huh?” udio Belles came to his senses.
“What are you thinking, the porridge is getting cold, drink it.”
Only then did udio Belles pick up the bowl of porridge and take a small sip, and after a few sips, the WhatsApp group went off again.
“You guys need to stop pulling udio all the time, he’s making people ashamed toe forward.”
udio Belles almost choked on his porridge and coughed violently twice, choking on his little face.
Montrelle Herran walked up, patted him on the back and frowned, “What are you doing?”
udius Belles slowed down, licked his lips and said, “Honey, I may be going to a ss reunion at noon.”
The more she didn’t show up, the more these high school friends thought she was running away from Ritchie Ordonez, that she still had feelings for him.
But, at the time, she was just a fling, she meant nothing to Ritchie Ordonez.
Besides, so much time has passed that it has be the blood of flies on a white wall of youth, so what’s left to think about.
Montrelle Herran nodded, unsurprised, “Yes, I’ll go with you.”
udio Belles gave a hug to Montrelle Herran’s long waist, “Yes, thank you husband”.
Angelo Herran pecked at the rice in the children’s bowl and asked curiously with two big eyes, “Mom, is there anything good to eat at the ss reunion? Would you mind bringing a stripling?”
On second thought, udio Belles thought it would be nice to bring his son, just in time to tell those who didn’t understand that he still liked Ritchie Ordonez, who was three years old.
“Son, would you like to go with your mother?”
“Yes! Mom, you take me and I’ll take care of paying you back.”
udio Belles couldn’t help butugh, “Honey, is it okay if I take Angelo out to lunch and you eat alone?”
Montrelle Herran didn’t mind: “You go ahead, I’ll prepare something at home, I have work to do this afternoon”.
“Good.”
…
Montrelle Herran left udio Belles and his son at the door of the Hilton Hotel.
As they said goodbye, another Mercedes S-ss AMG arrived at the door of the Hilton Hotel, in stark contrast to Montrelle Herran’s Volkswagen.
The doorman at the entrance of the Hilton Hotel approached the Montrelle Herran family and said, “Sir, move your car out of the way, we do not allow parking here.”
Montrelle Herran was not surprised, much less impressed, but udio Belles, who was experiencing it for the first time, was naturally outraged.
“But why is that Mercedes allowed to park here?”.
Besides, they had not said they would not leave, Montrelle Herran had just left them, they had a few words, Montrelle Herran left again, no more than a minute had passed, and the goalkeeper was rushing them.
The doorman in the ck suitughed dismissively, “The owner of the car is a VIP at the Hilton Hotel.”
udio Belles: “…”
Ah, so what was being looked at was the price of the car.
Over there, that Mercedes S-ss came down with none other than Ritchie Ordó?ez and his wife.
Although it had been years since he had seen them, udio Belles recognized at first nce Ritchie Ordonez, who seemed to have grown up, only richer.
The woman holding Ritchie Ordonez’s arm, his wife and udio Belles’ ssmate, Fresco Varas, was dressed in a floor-length dress, as grandiose as could be, not as if she hade to a ss reunion, but as if she hade to a charity g.
udio Belles did not want to greet them, so he turned his back on them.
But Fresco Varas had already spotted her with a keen eye and, a short distance away, waved his arm to greet her, “Isn’t that udio Belles?”
Ritchie Ordonez’s eyes turned to her and she was slightly stunned to see that, after all these years, udio Belles had be more and more handsome.
udio Belles did not hide the fact that they had met, so he took Montrelle Herran’s arm.
“It’s been a long timeing.”
Montrelle Herran looked at her with dark, slightly downcast eyes, “Your ssmate?”.
udio Belles nodded, “Yes.”
Fresco Varas approached modestly with Ritchie Ordonez on his arm, smiled, looked at Montrelle Herran’s small, beat-up car and said, “It’s been a long time, I didn’t think you’d be here today, I thought … you wouldn’te. ”
“After all, he’s an old friend from school, it’s been a long time, so of course I wanted toe and meet him.”
Fresco Varas said with a gleam of amusement in his eyes, “udio, who is it? You’re not introducing me either?”
udio Belles was especially generous: “This is my husband, Montrelle Herran, and this is my son, Angelo, call him aunt and uncle”.
Angelo Herran dutifully called out to Ritchie Ordó?ez and Fresco Varas: “Tio, tía, h”.
The doorman again urged Montrelle Herran: “This gentleman, please move your car as soon as possible”.
udio Belles, not wanting to make a scene, said to Montrelle Herran: “Honey,e back first, don’t you have work to do?”.
Montrelle Herran nodded and said, “Call me after dinner, I’ll pick you up.”
“Okay.”
When Montrelle Herran left in the Ranger, Fresco Varas said with a look of pity on his face, “udio, you are pretty, but why have you found a man so unmotivated? It is true that if a man is not motivated at all, he will soon be meaningless.”
Ritchie Ordonez interjected, “Yes, udio, you are so well-endowed, why did you find such an ipetent man?”
The other party, out of sheer politeness, came close to calling Montrelle Herran a loser.
udio Belles was furious, but she did not move, smiled slightly, put her arm around Angelo Herran and said “My husband is not as rich as others, but my husband, when he has 10. 000 in sry, gives me 10. 000 to spend, and we are very close, we have a lovely son, and I love my life now. I love my life now. Don’t worry about it.”