The Porsche arrives at the entrance of the Rouco familypound.


    Estre Berrocal clenched the sample of her wedding dress in her hands as she prepared to get out of the car. “Thank you for bringing me back. Would you like to …e to the house for coffee?”


    Ricardo Prats shook his head with a slight smile, “I’d rather not go, I don’t want to see your family of four having a good time.”


    Estre Berrocal felt a little embarrassed: “Then be careful on your return.”


    She was about to open the door and get out of the car when she heard Ricardo Prats say, “Just because I used it incorrectly, you don’t feel anything for me, Estre, I think those are just excuses, I could name ten or even a hundred faults of my brother-inw, but in your eyes, all those are virtues, that’s the difference between love and no love. ”


    Estre Berrocal slightly averted her gaze and did not deny it: “Maybe yes, love is the most irrational of all things, there is no firste, no heavenly reward”.


    It’s often the hardest thing to do when you can’t even get it right by trying.


    Ricardo Prats smiled with sudden relief: “Maybe it’s luck, fate, you are my brother-inw’s theft, but not mine”.


    Estre Berrocal smiled back, said nothing more and got out of the car, clutching her wedding dress.


    It wasn’t until the Porsche was out of sight that Estre Berrocal entered the courtyard with her wedding dress in her arms.


    Just as he entered the courtyard, Adán Rouco came out of the house.


    “Where did he go?”


    “I went to the tailor today to pick up my wedding dress.”


    Adán Rouco had just arrived home, with his suit still on, and raised his hand to take Estre Berrocal’s wedding dress, frowning slightly: “Why didn’t you wait for me toe back to apany you? Who brought you just now?”.


    Estre Berrocal made no secret of it and said with sincerity, “I was going to take a cab back, but I didn’t expect to meet Ricardo at the tailor shop, who was also in that design contest, and, not surprisingly, we will see him there tomorrow as well.”


    “Ricardo sent you back?”


    “Yes. You wouldn’t be … jealous, would you?”


    Estre Berrocal took him by the arm and looked at him with a small smile on her face.


    The man threw out a particrly arrogant, “Now you are the mother of my two children, what am I jealous of.”


    As the two entered the house together, Adán Rouco helped her hang up her wedding dress.


    Paulita also ran up to her and, upon seeing the wedding dress, her two big eyes lit up as she pped her little hands and said, “Wow, Estre! What a beautiful wedding dress!”.


    Estre Berrocal looked at the wedding dress and was in a very good mood: “I think it looks good too”.


    Adam Rouco’s gaze suddenly turned to her, “Why don’t you try it on?”.


    “Ah…? That’s no good, I didn’t design it for my code.”


    Estre Berrocal has put on a little weight now but she’s not really a fat girl, this wedding dress is a sizerge and doesn’t necessarily fit her.


    Paulita also blinked her big eyes in expectation and said, “Estre, I want to see how you wear it too!”.


    Estre Berrocal blushed slightly and put on her wedding dress at the “instigation” of the father and daughter.


    She could not put it on by herself and it was Adán Rouco who helped her.


    Estre Berrocal wore the fabric around her chest, watched by Adán Rouco, inexplicably nervous, as if she was really going to get married as soon as she put on this wedding dress.


    “How was it, was it good?”


    The man merely looked at her with burning ck eyes, saying nothing for a long time.


    Until Paulita came running in from outside: “Star! Are you already dressed? I need to see!”


    “Is it pretty?”


    “Wow, Snow White!”


    The little boy doesn’t know how to describe pretty, except that Snow White is the prettiest.


    This wedding dress, using ordinary bustier design, but made some details on the sleeves, the sleeves are a word, just to cover the thickest part of a person’s arm, and the waist design is even more attentive, fat people wearing it will be very show the waist, and not so fat people wearing it, it will only look more slim waist.


    Estre Berrocal, standing in front of Adán Rouco in a wedding dress she designed herself, looked a little overwhelmed, raised her hand to tickle his hair that had escaped his ear and asked, a little shyly, with red ears, “Is it good, is it pretty?”


    “Nice to see.”


    It was not easy to hear two such sincere words from Adán Rouco, but Estre Berrocal blushed even more.


    Paulita asked excitedly, “Estre, are you going to wear this wedding dress and marry Papa?”


    “No, it’s an entry I designed.”


    Adam Rouco raised an eyebrow and suggested, “If you’re interested, you could design your own wedding dress and marry me in it when we have our wedding.”


    Estre Berrocal also thought the proposal made sense, and that it would be fun to wear a wedding dress of her own design when she got married.


    Paulita narrowed her eyes wide, grabbed the hem of Estre Berrocal’s wedding dress and jumped up and down: “Estar! I want to wear a wedding dress too.”


    Estre Berrocal stroked Paulita’s little head: “Yes,ter on, design one for Paulita too”.


    …


    In the evening, after dinner, Estre Berrocal went into her room to scrutinize the wedding dress and its design.


    Adán Rouco yed along, hugging her back and taking her in his arms, “Why don’t you take a break yet?” .


    “I’m just nervous, aren’t I? I’m afraid that something might go wrong in tomorrow’spetition, and since you’re going to watch me y, I’m even more nervous, how bad it would be to be eliminated.”


    “I don’t think you’ll be eliminated.”


    Estre Berrocal red back at him, “You trust me too blindly, although I have been painting for a few years and have some aplishments, I am really a novice in clothing design. By the way, today I saw Ricardo’s wedding dress and I think it looks much better on him than mine.”


    “That boy has a talent for design, and his father wants him to go into business.”


    “I think Ricardo has a lot of artistic talent, when we were studying together in Paris, he didn’t go to many design sses, but all his work was disyed as examples by his tutors in the school’s art gallery.”


    Adán Rouco looked at her, “Do you look like you admire Ricardo Prats?”.


    Estre Berrocal unconsciously just nodded and said, “Yeah, look at the work of people who don’t even take sses, it’s all first ss.”


    As soon as she finished speaking, Estre Berrocal felt a surprisingly cold look in someone’s eyes, and she looked at him, turned to him and said with a smile, “Of course, I admire a man who is good at business, after all, he makes more money than designing. Mr. Adam, for example, who has two children and a wife who eats dry food, is a great man.”


    Adán Rouco looked at her with amused eyes, “Mrs. Estre, where did you learn to tter?”.


    “It’s a good idea to take the short end of the stick – who let Mr. Adam feed me?”


    Estre Berrocal wrapped her arms and legs around Adán Rouco and stayed in his arms like a little wombat. “Forget about tomorrow’s game, let’s go to bed.”


    Adán Rouco lifted her up and carried her to the bed.


    As they slept together in bed, Estre Berrocal remembered the conversation she had had with Ricardo Prats earlier in the day and rolled her eyes to look at the handsome side of Adán Rouco’s face. “Why do you think I’m with you?”


    The man swept her with a clear, nd look and threw out, “Because you’re not blind.”Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org.


    Estre Berrocal: …


    He pulled the sheets up and covered his head…. this man, he was so self-absorbed!


    After a long while, he peeked his head out again, “Then why do you see me? Because you’re not blind either?”.


    Adán Rouco gave him a thoughtful look: “Because I am blind”.


    “Adam Rouco!”


    Estre Berrocal climbed on top of him, twisted him with a snort and punched him with a closed fist.


    Adán Rouco, however, sped her in his arms and whispered in her ear in a maic voice: “Probably because you taught me how to be nice to someone”.


    Estre Berrocal was stunned for a few seconds, her watery eyes rested on his handsome face, her eyebrows arched and she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. “Then from now on you can only be gentle with me.”


    The man responded lightly, without any solemn promise, but in a manner that greatly reassured Estre Berrocal.


    So-called gentleness is not an innate gift, it is just a matter of knowing who you want to treat with gentleness, so that you can always achieve that gentleness and maintenance.