Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

“Here you go, taste it.” Carmencita approached with a bowl of noodles, “Move it or I don’t care if the soup spills on you”.

He looked for the biggest bowl to serve Marco’s noodles, knowing that Marco had a good appetite and ate a lot.

Some of the soup overflowed and spilled onto his hands.

He hissed in pain, then grabbed a tissue and wiped himself before turning back to the kitchen to get his bowl.

And Marco held his chopsticks, his face still a little sullen.

It is not uncommon to have bumps and bruises and three illnesses in life, and I was often covered in bruises when I went on missions.

However, he could not see Carmencita injured, not even a small cut.

As a child she was very delicate and would cry for half a day when she burnt her finger or broke her skin.

Later, when he was older and saw him badly injured in hospital, he became less petulant.

“Come on, try it, it’s like the first time I’ve cooked for you…”. Carmencita had taken a seat opposite him, and the look on her little face seemed a little excited.

He had always wanted to cook a meal for Marco and was happy just to think about it.

He did not know that he would finally be allowed to wait for this opportunity.

Marco ducks his head and begins to eat his noodles.

Carmencita asked, “How was it?”

Marco didn’t look up: “It’s OK”.

Although Carmencita knew she was not a very good cook, it was hard not to feel a little frustrated to hear her say that.

Still, it was a pleasure to watch Marco eat every last piece.

He ate more slowly and with much less appetite, and after a large portion of his meal, he put down his chopsticks.

“Are you full? Do you want me to cook some more?” I was a little worried that Marco hadn’t eaten enough.

Marco’s eyes fell on the bowl of noodles in front of him and he asked: “Aren’t you eating?

“I’m full.” Carmencita looked down at her bowl, she wasn’t going to say she was wasting food.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

The next moment, Marco took his bowl straight away and ate the rest of his bowl in three mouthfuls.

He drank another small glass of water, stood up with his jacket and looked at her: “You’re going to work at the office, right? I’ll walk you.

Carmencita thought that he also had to go to work and was quick to refuse: “It’s OK, don’t bother, I have my own car”.

Problems?

In fact, he told him about the problems.

Marco’s face went cold as he said: “You’ve been bothering me for years since you were a child and now you start talking about problems?

Carmencita’s face stiffened slightly, not understanding what he meant.

“What?”

Marco knew his tone was wrong, took a deep breath and said in a tone that left no room for doubt: “I’ll walk you to work, now, I’ll wait for you downstairs”.

Don’t think I didn’t know that Silo had not only left her at work, but also picked her up from work.

Carmencita was a little confused as to why Marco was so angry when he had just been so kind.

…

Marco left Carmencita in the office and did not leave immediately.

He was sitting in his car, lighting a cigarette, when Barreda phoned him.

As soon as the call was answered, Barreda asked: “Where is he?

Marco stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, anger implicit in his voice: “Barreda, did you do that last night on purpose?

They deliberately told him to go for a drink, deliberately got him drunk and then instigated him to go to Carmencita.

I’d had too much to drink last night, but it wasn’t as if I’d forgotten everything.

Many things he still remembers very well.

Barreda did not take Marco’s anger seriously and said calmly: “Does it matter that I did it on purpose? If you didn’t have it in your heart to go to Carmencita, how could I accompany you to her? Look in your heart.

On this end of the phone, Marco frowns at her words.

Barreda sat in the car, casually pressing the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, looked up, saw Senona coming out of the breakfast tent and, oblivious to what Marco was about to say, spoke at once: “I have something to do, we’ll talk later”.

Senona finished breakfast and set out to take a taxi to the agent to see the house.

He still lives in a rented house and wants to buy a house.

He had to settle here before he could bring his son back.

In fact, he wanted to return to Cloud Cit, the city where he was born and raised anyway.

Only that what happened then has left a shadow in his heart and he cannot go back.

Life abroad wasn’t so bad, but used to living in Z, she decided to move back.

When he met Barreda he had doubts, but apart from the time he met Lucila and met Barreda by chance, he had not met Barreda again.

The situation was such that Barreda seemed to recognise it, but did not seek it out afterwards.

Come to think of it, Barreda was a La familia Pastrano, and even if an illegitimate child had been born, that would have been too high for her to climb now.

Now she has fewer expectations of love, of marriage, and only wants to take care of her son.

Barreda did not go to her and finally decided to stay in Ciudad del Cielo, where there were more possibilities for development, to give his son a better life.

She went to the agent, looked at a few more houses, and when she came back, she always felt that someone was following her from behind.

She pauses slightly, one hand clutching her bag nervously, not daring to move or turn around.

She feared that, if she turned around, there really was a lecherous stalker following her from behind.

Silently, he reached into his pocket for his phone and walked briskly towards the entrance of the block.

As soon as he ran to the neighbourhood security office, he was safe.

However, it was still some distance from the district entrance, and it would take seven or eight minutes to get there.

As she ran, those behind her followed, the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer.

She sensed the smell of danger approaching and couldn’t help but turn around when the man following her from behind pulled her hair.

Her hair was long and the man following her pulled it easily.

The man wore a hood so that she could not see his face, and he put the dagger against her waist and pulled her tight, saying viciously, “Follow me or I will kill you.

With that, he brought the dagger back down hard against his waist.

The dagger was sharp and easily cut through the coat and Senona could already feel the cold touch.

He’s been through everything in his little life…

I had been through much worse than this.

The nervousness soon disappeared and he calmed down: “OK, I’ll come with you, if you want money, it’s all in my bag, I can give it all to you, and I haven’t seen your face, you can take the money and go, and I won’t call the police”.

He tried to negotiate with the thugs.

This man was so skilled that he must have been an expert hand.

She also has to look after her son and nothing can happen to him.

The thugs holding her hesitated for a moment before pulling her roughly into the adjacent forest.

The neighbourhood is very green and there are very few people during the day.

Senona was apprehensive, not daring to disobey him at all.

When he reached the forest of trees, the thugs immediately snatched his bag.

Senona breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, out of nowhere, a man jumped up and kicked the bully to the ground.

She was stunned for a moment and, when she reacted, she quickly ran to the side.

As soon as I looked up, I saw Barreda.

Ciudad del Cielo is very cold and people like Barreda wear suits all year round and when it’s cold, a coat is enough to keep them warm.

The Pastrano family, no less skilful, beat the assailant to a pulp in three or two blows, stepped on his hand and kicked the dagger away before picking up Senona’s bag.