Downstairs, in the small garden, Angelo Herrán was ying in the yard with his little car when he suddenly approached the high heels of Verdad Jesús.


    Verdad Jesús knelt down and picked up the car. Angelo Herrán stared at her with his little head tilted up in a very unfriendly way, held out his little hand and said, “Give it back to me!”.


    Truth Jesusughed, “I may be your mother after all, is it really okay for you to be so mean to me?”


    Angelo Herrán could not help it in his heart: “My mother is fine, why do I need you to be my mother, I was not born from you”.


    Truth Jesus handed him the car, held out his hand and rubbed his little head, not angrily, but especially tolerant, “You’ll understandter.”


    “Gee, you’ll never be my stepmother! My father couldn’t even look at a woman like you.”


    Truth Jesus tickled the long hair that had escaped his ear and said with a slight smile, “Oh? How do you know your daddy doesn’t want a woman like me?”


    This brat knew a lot.


    “First, you don’t look like a nice guy, and second, you’re not as handsome as my mother!”.


    The first reason was eptable to True Jesus, but the second, True Jesus could not ept, “How am I not as handsome as that mother of yours?”.


    Whether it was the way she was dressed or the delicacy of her make-up, udio Belles beat that woman.


    udio Belles, what is he doing next to Montrelle, they don’t even seem to be from the same world!


    Angelo Herran brushed his lips in disbelief and said, “If you can take off your makeup, you canpare yourself to my mother, who has a lot of powder on her face and says she doesn’t look good! My mother is a natural beauty.”


    “You!”


    Verdad Jesús was furious, his eyes narrowed and he snorted: “Brat, when I enter the Herrán family, you’re in for a real treat!


    Angelo Herrán shook his head, not at all worried: “You’ll see if you join the Herrán family, my father won’t abandon my mother!


    “Then we’ll see!”


    ángelo Herrán blurted out a lighthearted phrase: “How childish, to be bothered with a child”.


    “…”


    …


    Upstairs in the bedroom, udio Belles, new and ufortable in apletely new environment, sat on the edge of the bed with the familiar pillows in his arms and surveyed the bedroom.


    Was this the room where Montrelle Herran had grown up sleeping?


    The room, in monochromatic colors of ck, white and gray, was somewhat cold, and the bedding was gray, with a very unmistakable look.


    On the bedroom table was a framed picture of a man and woman in love.


    udio Belles’ watery eyes narrowed when the man in the photo was Montrelle Herran and the woman … was the same Miss Truth he had just seen.


    In the photo, Montrelle Herran was much less mature and introverted than she is now, and although she and Verdad Jesus were not doing anything too intimate, it was clear that Montrelle Herran was very fond of this Se?orita Verdad.


    udio Belles’ heart was sore and wounded.


    Montrelle Herran came out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel, and frowned slightly at his unhappiness, “Why are you unhappy, still not feeling well?”


    Montrelle Herran frowned slightly as he approached and found udio Belles looking at the painting in his hand.


    udio Belles: “… Why did you throw away the photo?”


    udio Belles unconsciously got up to retrieve it for him from the garbage can, but Montrelle Herran grabbed it by the wrist.


    The man hugged her and said, “What’s the point of keeping something that doesn’t make sense.”


    udio Belles red at him: “Well, keep it in the bedroom. I see you are all mouth and no heart”.


    Montrelle Herran’s gaze became extraordinarily milky, extraordinarily innocent, “Mrs. Montrelle, I just returned to the Herran family a few days ago. I haven’t lived in this bedroom for three years and the furniture is the same as before.


    If she had remembered, she would have thrown it in the trash and not waited for Mrs. Montrelle.


    Unless he wanted to chase her to the crematorium.


    udio Belles puffed up his face, “So you’re still ming me?”.


    me her for not listening, me her for not knowing what to do.


    Montrelle Herran smiled slightly and leaned over to hug her, “No, Mrs. Montrelle, let’s make a pact.”


    “What pact?”


    “You can argue with me, or have a bad temper, or scold me, but you can’t bring up divorce with me.”This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.


    “…”


    udio Belles knew, too, that mentioning divorce or anything else hurt feelings the most.


    She hung her little face slightly, looking like she was admitting her mistake, clutching the cor of her pajamas with her little hands, and said, “Honey, I’m sorry, I won’t mention divorce again.”


    “Well, it’s thest time.”


    udio Belles curved his lips and Montrelle Herran stroked his head, “Go take a bath.”


    “Good.”


    …


    La Vi Rouco.


    Estre Berrocal’s belly, which was getting bigger and heavier.


    Already seven months pregnant, she was increasingly afraid of going intobor.


    Lying on the bed, Estre Berrocal pressed her hand against her raised belly and thought about it.


    Adán Rouco had just put down his book when he turned and saw her looking, sank down, put his arm around her, and asked, “What are you thinking?”


    Estre Berrocal turned her head to look at him, “Adam, do you think the baby is a boy or a girl?”.


    They had always had an ultrasound, but since Adán Rouco and Estre Berrocal didn’t care much about the sex, they had never asked to see if it was a boy or a girl.


    Adán Rouco touched her belly with his big hand: “You’re getting everything right”.


    “With this baby I don’t know if it will be a normal delivery.”


    “Paulita had a normal delivery, so this one will be fine. If she’s not, we’ll do a C-section and then hire a sister-inw at home to take care of you.”


    Estre Berrocal wasn’t worried about that, “Adán, I’m afraid of the pain”.


    “So are we going to anesthetize ourselves?”. Adán Rouco is a straight man and he doesn’t get it.


    “But how are you going to put anesthesia if you have a normal delivery?”.


    Adán Rouco stared at her and said in a serious manner, “So what, no childbirth?”.


    Estre Berrocalughed for no reason at the seriousness of his tone, “No more deliveries, where to put him? He’s seven months along, you’ll have to have a baby if you don’t”.


    If it had been a month or two, it would have flowed, but now it was seven months, and I couldn’t help but be a little fickle.


    Adán Rouco kissed his temple: “Come on, don’t think about it, I will be with you when the timees”.


    “Yes, you’ll be with me then.”


    “Yes, when you have the baby, we’ll make up a wedding.”


    Estre Berrocal didn’t mind: “Why a wedding if you already have two children?


    “Wouldn’t it be nice to have Paulita and Angelo Herrán as florists?”.


    Estre Berrocal smiled, “That would be nice, by the way, I haven’t asked you yet, did you already know who Montrelle Herran was?”.


    Adán Rouco raised an eyebrow, obviously he already knew.


    Estre Berrocal hit him with a clenched fist: “Then why didn’t you tell me earlier so I could warn udio?”.


    Adán Rouco said amused: “What did I tell you, did I tell you that Montrelle Herran was a rich man and now he was pretending to be poor and doing a role-ying game? Would your friend believe you if you told him that?”.


    “True … but it seems that Montrelle Herran has taken udio to La Capital Imperial and Angelo must have been taken too, hey, our Paulita has been left without a ymate. ”


    Adán Rouco said with disdain: “Our Paulita is a little princess, she doesn’t need a ymate…”.


    Estre Berrocal raised her eyebrows in disbelief and came closer to look at him with a smirk: “Adán Rouco, you’re jealous again, how arrogant you are, if you don’t believe me, let’s bet that Paulita is going to be bored for the next few days without ángelo Herrán. ”


    Adán Rouco grunted slightly, not quite believing it.


    His Paulita had said that she did not like to y with the heavy Angelo Herrán.


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