An hourter, inside The Vis at Repulse Bay.


    A drunken Estre Berrocal kneels over the keyboard.


    “Little brother, I don’t want to kneel, my legs hurt.”


    Little brother, little brother …


    Adam Rouco now wanted to punch someone as he listened, the man took off his suit jacket and dropped it nonchntly on the sofa, unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt and rolling them up to the crease of his arm.


    Estre Berrocal, drunk and confused, shuddered in fear at the sight of the rolled-up sleeves, “You, what are you going to do, are you going to hit me? If you touch me, I’ll have my husband beat you to death.”


    Estre Berrocal got up from the keyboard, but she was so drunk that the world began to spin in front of her as soon as she got up.


    My head is spinning …


    Adam Rouco walked over to her and grabbed her in a horizontal hug.


    Estre Berrocal copsed in his arms, half stunned, half awake, then raised her eyes to the man’s handsome face and smiled foolishly, her slender fingers poking his cheek, “You really do look like my husband, and I like you a lot. Why do you think … my husband hasn’te back to catch adultery?”


    Adam Rouco’s stride is slow and his handsome face descends to look at the little woman in his arms.


    Estre Berrocal’s eyes were bright, darker and more loving with alcohol, and at that moment she giggled like a sly little vixen, tickling Adam Rouco’s heart.


    “How would you like it if your husband came back now and discovered adultery? Aren’t you afraid he’ll choke you to death?”


    Estre Berrocal extended a slender finger and shook it, saying confidently, “We didn’t do anything anyway, he won’t do anything to me, and as for you…”


    Suddenly she smiled, “You may have to suffer a little, I may not be able to castrate you oh, you have to be careful.”


    Tonight, Adam Rouco is clearly furious, but now heughs and cries.


    Is he usually this violent? Was he this ruthless?


    In his arms, Estre Berrocal rubbed against the familiar chest, squintedfortably, sighed quietly like a drunken cat, wrapped her slender arms around his neck, and murmured, “Adam Rouco, I miss you so much…. ”


    The man’s eyes deepened and he hugged the woman tighter as he walked up the stairs on his long legs.


    After carrying Estre Berrocal to bed, Adam Rouco went back downstairs to prepare her a sober soup. As he passed through the living room, he saw the keyboard where Estre Berrocal had been kneeling.


    …


    It was dawn when Estre Berrocal woke up.


    She scratched her hair and opened her eyelids with a pounding headache as she got out of bed.


    By now the sun is high in the sky and Estre Berrocal, not remembering how she got back the night before, picks up her cell phone and is about to call Mica when she notices a man’s watch resting next to her.


    Estre Berrocal’s eyes flutter.


    She remembers that the watch Adam Rouco was wearing when he left before his business trip was this one.


    But how did this watch suddenlye back…?


    Her brain was on edge for a moment, but only for about three seconds before she lifted the sheets and jumped straight out of bed when she heard the faint sound of oil on the floor below.


    As Estre Berrocal ran down the stairs, she saw the long, jade-colored male figure at the dining room table.


    Estre Berrocal stood fixed in ce, staring at him in awe.


    Adam Rouco looked at her and opened his mouth slightly, “Don’t think looking at me like that I’m going to leave you alone for staying out allst night.”


    “Why, why did you suddenlye back without telling me.”


    Adam Rouco approached her, his dark eyes focused on her, missing her after so many days.


    “I wouldn’t have been able to find out aboutst night’s adultery if I had told you.”


    Estre Berrocal’s heart skipped a beat, “Caught in adultery? Catching … catching who in adultery with whom …?”


    After hesitantly asking the question, she looked cautiously at his handsome face, which was frozen.N?velDrama.Org content.