Estre Berrocal hung onto Adán Rouco like a little kangaroo and was carried up to the suite.Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org.


    Once inside the room, Estre Berrocal’s face, buried in the man’s arms, was hot and on the verge of burning.


    The little woman clenched her fist and punched him lightly in the chest, her watery eyes looked at him affectionately, “You flew all the way out here without a nce, are you making a surprise attack?”


    Adán Rouco took the person in his arms and hugged her a little tighter, his dark eyes boring into hers as he said, “I’d rather tell you I miss you with my actions than say I miss you over the phone.”


    Estre Berrocal blushed a little more, Adán Rouco had always made her so flirtatious when he talked about love that she couldn’t help but kiss his thin lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.


    “I miss you a lot too…”


    The woman’s soft voice caused Adán Rouco’s eyes to deepen, and the longing he had felt for days of separation came frantically back to him.


    Estre Berrocal was leaning against the wall and was therefore half a head above him, a position that made the kiss even deeper.


    Only this mere kiss was not enough to quench her thirst some time ago, and Adán Rouco removed her dress directly from her body …


    …


    An hourter, therge bed in the presidential suite is a mess, the man’s ck shirt and iron-gray pants lying ambiguously next to the woman’s crushed chiffon skirt.


    Next to the bed, a pair of ck leather men’s shoes and a pair of simple t-heeled women’s shoes were lying next to it.


    Outside, the night is quiet and Adán Rouco’s face is calm and contented as he closes his eyes on the little woman in his arms.


    Although she was a little tired after her training, Estre Berrocal didn’t feel like sleeping, and she still had a lot of questions to ask her.


    Estre Berrocal raised her little face to look at Adán Rouco’s elegant and handsome chin, ran her little hand over his handsome face and asked, “Why are you here all of a sudden? Have you reallye to see me?”


    Adán Rouco slowly opened his eyes, looked at her scarlet face andughed softly: “Does Mrs. Rouco look like a woman?


    Estre Berrocal growled lightly, “I’m not afraid of being searched, but you, with all the women in La Ciudad Santa that you like, have any of them snuck in while I was gone these days?”


    “Howe I didn’t know there were so many women who liked it?”


    Olivia Montes, Julieta Sarinana, I think she’s still in love with him, so she has to be careful.


    Estre Berrocal gave him a direct look: “Mr. Adam, you ooze charm and you don’t even know it? curb your glowing masculinity or you’ll crush a girl’s heart”.


    Adán Roucoughed softly and when hisrge hand reached out to take her right hand, he identally touched Estre Berrocal’s burned fingers and she frowned in pain.


    Adán Rouco also frowned: “What happened to the hand?”.


    Estre Berrocal tried to withdraw her hand and hide it, but it was toote, as Adán Rouco had already taken her hand and was examining it.


    The man’s brow furrowed, “How did you burn it?”.


    “I… identally burned myself on the hot soup when I was eating at lunch today, it’s okay.”


    “You’re not lying to me?”


    Adán Rouco’s dark eyes looked at her as if they wanted to see right through her, eyes so shrewd and sharp that Estre Berrocal was no match for him.


    He muttered and couldn’t resist saying, “Why, forget it, I’ll tell you, lest you find outter and think I’m hiding something from you, that I’m hiding something unseemly in my mind. But … you have to promise me that you won’t be angry when I tell you.”


    Now she was married to him, she was his, and she knew exactly who he was, not to say that she had never had any thoughts about Ricardo Prats that she shouldn’t have had.


    Adán Rouco did not speak, his dark eyes fixed on her, waiting for her to say something else.


    Estre Berrocal bit her lip and spoke as she measured her expression and reaction, “This afternoon I met Ricardo, who is also here in Ennd to study, as you must know. He … suddenly had a high fever and has no family or friends in Ennd, so I can’t leave him alone, leaving aside my friendship with him, now I am still your wife, you are his brother-inw, so I am also considered his rtive.”


    Adán Rouco asked patiently, “So, did you take him to the hospital?”.


    Estre Berrocal shook her head, “I was going to take him to the hospital, but Ricardo wouldn’t go, so I had to take him back to the apartment and then I went on to boil water and cook him a porridge, and I ended up with a burned hand.”


    At these words, Estre Berrocal looked at him like a child who has done something wrong and exined: “But I did nothing more than take him to the apartment and boil water and cook porridge for him”.


    Adán Rouco took a long look at her, touched her little hand and, without saying anything, leaned over, called the front desk service from the hotel’sndline phone on the bedside table and ordered in fluent English, “Please send a first aid kit to room 9011, please.”


    Only three minutes passed before the suite door rang and Adán Rouco nonchntly slipped on a bathrobe to open the door and retrieve the first aid kit.


    When he returned, he sat on the bed, took Estre Berrocal’s hand and helped her with the burn.


    The burns are not serious, but from the looks of it, they are likely to have small blisters tomorrow.


    Estre Berrocal’s heart hung higher and higher as she watched him tend to her wounds without a word. “Adam, are you angry?”.


    Adam Rouco looked at her, his eyes unsure of his happiness or his anger, and asked casually, “If I get angry, will you leave Ricardo alone if you are ever in a simr situation again? Can you do that?”


    “I …”


    Estre Berrocal hesitated for a couple of seconds and said, “If you don’t like it, who cares, I’ll call you in the future in a simr situation and send someone to take care of it….”


    Suddenly, Adán Rouco grabbed her wrist and hugged her.


    The man’srge hand stroked her hair and kissed her temple sideways as his voice trailed off, “I believe you. I can’t thank you enough for taking care of my sick family, how could I ever be angry.”


    Estre Berrocal curved her lips, “That’s good.”


    “My hand hurts, blow on it.”


    The little woman reached out her hand to her thin lips.


    What could Adam Rouco do, his own wife, pampered by himself, took her small, delicate white hand and blew gently on it.


    Estre Berrocal got into his arms, wrapped her arms around his waist and looked at him with a look full of affection and said, “Adam, let’s do the wedding when we get back home.”


    After leaving the month, Adán Rouco had dragged her out for a run, and since arriving in London, she had lost several kilos in a row because her appetite wasn’t very good and she didn’t eat much, so she shouldn’t have any problems putting on a wedding dress or anything.


    Adam Rouco didn’t mind too much, after all, it would be a long time before she returned to his country, and only emitted a faint “hmm” as he reached out to gently touch the diamond ring on her ring finger.


    Estre Berrocal was not at all thrilled to see him, “You don’t want to marry me anymore?”.


    “… When have I ever said I don’t want to marry you?”


    “Then why are you reacting so coldly?”


    Adán Rouco looked at her and said amused, “It will be at least next year when youe home.”


    Estre Berrocal dropped a little bombshell lightly, “Who says I’m noting back until next year, in a few days I’ll be back with you in La Ciudad Santa. “