Pa Rouco slept through the night.


    The signs of dizziness had improved from getting enough sleep.


    She pulled up the covers and was about to get out of bed to get cleaned up when she noticed a pair of women’s t shoes, shallow leather singletons that fitfortably on her feet and perfectly sized for them, sitting next to the bed.


    And her high heels, gone.


    She was a little puzzled, but not so stupid as to stop thinking about the man’s mind.Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.


    She put on her shoes and was about to go to the bathroom to wash up when there was a knock at the door.


    “Paulita, are you up yet?”


    It is Susana’s voice.


    Pa Rouco opens the door.


    Susana asked, “I heard yesterday that you were dizzy, butst night, on our wedding night, Rufio and I were too tucked in with guests to go out, how are you holding up? Are you still having a hard time?”


    Pa Rouco smiled at him, “Happy wedding, bride.”


    “Why, what’s the point of being polite to me in the morning. The important thing is your health.”


    “I’m fine. Much better today.”


    Susana said, “Well, wash up ande to breakfast, we are on the cruise today for a rxing day ande back tonight.”


    “Good.”


    …


    Rufio and Susana after their wedding.


    Pa Rouco had not long returned to La Ciudad Santa when she received an announcement.


    Pa Rouco was invited by Imperial television to a dinner where she would y a piano piece.


    Pa Rouco did not want to go.


    Lucio Rouco said, “Sis, you are bored like an oyster at home all day, think if you go to a dinner and meet people or have fun, it’s not good for your mood to be bored at home all the time.”


    Pa Rouco then epted the offer.


    Maybe getting out more and exposing herself to people would put her in better shape?


    She wasn’t sure if she would get better or worse.


    Those medications, it seemed, barely controlled the disease.


    Gradually she was losing whatever interest she should have had in everything.


    …


    MO Group, La Ciudad Santa branch.


    Severo Laris had just finished the transantic videoconference when Salvino knocked on the door and reported, “Boss, we heard about the wife’s recent schedule and she is flying to Imperial today for a dinner at the Guardian.”


    Severo Laris said, “Book me a flight to Imperial this afternoon. ”


    “Yes.”


    Before, Salvino wouldn’t have believed it, but now, whenever ites to Pa Rouco, Salvino isn’t surprised when the boss does something surprising.


    Not long ago, he realized it was a matter of great deliberation.


    He followed Severo Laris about four years ago, and during those four years, Severo Laris would go to a piano recital every month, and no matter how much the venue changed, the pianist who came on stage was a pianist named momo.


    Heter went through all the recital tickets at home. He has a hobby of collecting ticket stubs, so he didn’t miss any, and discovered that they were all for momo’s piano recitals.


    So the boss did not have an impromptu idea for this momo, but had nned it a long time ago, or at an earlier time.


    When he helped Severo Laris research momo’s past affairs, he was more or less concerned and discovered that Pa Rouco, also formerly of Imperial University, came from the same alma mater as Severo Laris, and that the chief had had a rtionship with the pianist named momo, seven years earlier.


    And now, it’s purely an old love revisited.


    …


    Pa Rouco came to El Guardian at six o’clock in the evening, dressed and waiting in the dressing room for the make-up artist toe and do her make-up.


    The evening starts at eight o’clock, but there is still rehearsal to do.


    After terminating his contract with Universal Group not long ago, Vzquez Moral was no longer their manager either, and after this time, he needed to hire a new manager to take care of his work affairs.


    He sat in the dressing room for a while and, when the makeup artist did note, he got up and went outside to get some air.


    Outside, many people were rehearsing.


    Pa Rouco was in the crowd when suddenly she saw a small, familiar figure.


    How did little Beanstalk get here?


    Pa Rouco approached her, and the little beanstalk turned just in time for their eyes to meet.


    Pa Rouco giggled, “It really is you, I thought I had the wrong person, what are you doing here?”


    “Pretty sister, we meet again, I really like you.”


    Pa Rouco looked at her pretty little face, knelt down, reached out and cupped the little bean’s face and smiled sweetly, “What a delight.”


    “What’s your name, pretty sister?”


    “Well… you can call me Sister Paulita from now on. ”


    The little bean sprouts said happily, “Sister Paulita, we all have beans in our names!”.


    “Yes, is your mother here, why is she here alone?”


    Little Beanstalk nodded, “Mmm! Mommy is working here and I’m waiting for Mommy toe home with her.”


    “What an obedient child.”


    Little Beanstalk reached out and touched Pa Rouco’s forehead and said in a milky voice, “Sister Paulita, you have to be happy every day, so little Beanstalk will be happy.”


    “Well, my sister will be happy every day, and so will little Beanstalk and little Beanstalk’s mom.”


    “Mmm!”


    Pa Rouco got up and was about to tell the little beanstalk, go get your mommy, but the photo machine equipment behind the little beanstalk, crashed.


    Pa Rouco rushed to shield the little beaner in her arms as the machine equipment crashed into Pa Rouco’s forehead.


    She stifled a grunt as she cradled the little bean.


    On this side, it caused quite a stir.


    A field staff member came over to check on the situation, “What’s going on?”


    A field reporter said, “Momo was hit by a falling machine, someonee quick.”


    Pa Rouco is dizzy before her eyes, the figure of the little bean wobbling and swaying before her eyes.


    She heard the little bean sprout call out to her anxiously, “Sister Paulita! Save Sister Paulita!”


    Pa Rouco fainted.


    …


    Waking up again, in the hospital.


    The four white walls stung her eyes.


    Severo Laris watched her, his brow furrowed with worry, he leaned over to look at her and asked, “How are you feeling, are you dizzy?”


    Pa Rouco unconsciously put her hand to her head and was pinned to the bed by Severo Laris, who snapped her wrists.


    “The doctor has just bandaged your wound and you must not touch it.”


    Pa Rouco looked up, saw the man in front of her and asked suspiciously, “What are you doing here?”


    He had an afternoon flight and had just arrived at the airport when he learned that she had had an ident during rehearsal and had been rushed by the wind, not daring to be dyed even half a minute.


    Instead of answering her question, Severo Laris rang the doorbell at the foot of the bed and said, “The CT report on your brain is still pending, so lie down and don’t move while I call the doctor toe take another look.”


    Pa Rouco asked, “How are the little bean sprouts?”


    “Little bean sprouts? Who are the little bean sprouts?”


    Pa Rouco said, “She was a child, I remember protecting her, she should be fine.”


    Severo Laris frowned slightly, “Did you get hit by the machine to protect the child?”


    She nodded her head.


    Severo Laris didn’t think much of it and merely assumed that the film crew hadn’t exined to her what was going on.


    But Severo Laris would pursue idents on the set to the end.


    Soon the doctor arrived with the CAT scan report.


    Ask some questions about Pa Rouco’s feelings.


    The doctor told Severo Laris: “Professor Laris, the CT image shows that Mrs. Laris has suffered a contusion on the external part of the head, but there is no hemorrhage in the brain, only a slight concussion, but she will have to stay in bed for a few days with a minimum of movement.”


    Severo Laris’ heart, which was tense, rxed.


    When the doctor had left, Severo Laris poured a ss of lukewarm water and asked, “Are you thirsty?”


    Pa Rouco red at him, “Why are you at the Imperial?”


    Severo Laris did not want her to feel burdened and answered politely, “The MO Group also has a branch in Imperial and I havee to take care of work. In the future I will have to fly a lot between New York, The Holy City and Imperial. ”


    Pa Rouco unconsciously returned, “Hello busy.”


    The fact that she said this struck Severo Laris slightly.


    With a slight affectionate smile, the man looked at her, hisrge, slender hand stroking the top of her hair, and said, “My time, for you, is loosely scheduled and will not be well upied.


    Even if I am busy, I have time to be with her, even if it is doing boring things with her or, as is the case now, sharing a space, even without talking, is wonderful.