Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

Aeneas didn’t know what came to mind when he spoke of Lucila, and his eyes took on a smile.

Neto just nodded: “Good”.

Aeneas sighed, looked into the room and asked, “That girl, is she OK?

“She has some superficial wounds, she is tired and hungry, she fainted”.

“That girl, she had to say she wasn’t hungry when I told her to eat something first. Aeneas couldn’t help but grimace.

Neto had asked Eneas to prepare something for Lucila when he arrived, but Lucila hadn’t even touched him, saying she wasn’t hungry.

Now it seemed that he was not hungry, but was holding back.

In fact, it didn’t have to.

Aeneas said a few more words like “take care” and left.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Neto came in with the tray and Lucila, who was lying sleepily under the sheets, could already smell the crumbled chicken porridge.

Aeneas had prepared a simple meal, a bowl of shredded chicken porridge, a plate of vegetables and some fluffy pastries.

Lucila was so hungry that her sense of smell became especially good.

He crawled out of the sheets at the smell and felt a shiver run through his body. When he looked down, he realised he was not wearing any clothes.

He reached for the blanket and wrapped it tightly around himself, and with his head a little clearer, he looked at Neto with exasperation: “Why didn’t you even dress me?

Neto was taking out the tray of food and putting it on the table when he looked at her: “I didn’t have time”.

Lucila blushed slightly at the thought of the bath he had just given her and, noticing that her hair was still dry, asked: “Why didn’t you wash my hair?

Neto looked at her, with a serious tone: “Can I also help you with dinner?

“Neto!” Lucila punched a pillow.

Neto, however, raised the corners of his mouth.

I knew Lucila was starting to let her guts out in anger.

He did not get angry at all and, thinking she was still hungry, did not bother her any more. He found her pyjamas, went to the bed and sat down, and went to take the covers off her.

Lucila looked horrified: “You, you, you …”.

I wasn’t going to dress her, was I?

Neto looked at her like a stammerer, half unable to say anything, so he forcibly removed the blankets and put on her pyjama nightgown.

When she looked at Lucila’s face, she saw that it was as red as a boiled shrimp.

He couldn’t resist kissing her face and lifted her up, saying, as if cajoling a child, “Dinner’s ready!”

Lucila: “…”

Is this guy crazy?

After sitting down, Lucila squirmed and said: “I can sit by myself …”.

The main thing is that … she is still in a vacuum.

She was too embarrassed to tell Neto that she was going to wear her panties, so she’d better buy them herself later, she was a bit hungry now.

Neto was still holding her, sitting on his big lap, a position she was simply … unable to accept.

“All right.” Neto thought nothing of it and sat her in the chair.

He himself, however, sat opposite her and watched her eat without missing a beat.

Lucila was now much calmer and began to eat in large mouthfuls.

Without looking up, he asked her as if he had remembered something: “Have you eaten?

Neto shook his head: “I’m not hungry yet.

He hadn’t eaten anything since Lucila was taken away yesterday, but now that he looked at Lucila sitting properly in front of him and eating, his heart was full, and he didn’t feel hungry at all.

I used to think that those who said that love was good for drinking were just making fun.

Now, I believed them.

As Lucila stood beside him, in front of his eyes, he felt very satisfied, as if he no longer felt hungry or cold.

Lucila didn’t know that he was thinking about all this nonsense and no longer cared about him, but only about filling her own stomach.

When he finished eating, Neto began to clear the plates.

“Go to sleep while I take these dishes down”.

He handed it to her and went out with the tray.

The tall, erect figure disappeared on the other side of the door and Lucila only looked back as the door slammed shut.

Like a thief she went to the wardrobe, found her panties and put them on, then lay back down on the bed.

However, he closed his eyes, but he could no longer sleep.

He thought Neto would be back soon, but he waited for a while, but he did not return.

If she wanted to go out to look for him, she feared she would run into someone else in the Pastrano family and be embarrassed.

So he just waited.

…

After carrying the dishes to the kitchen, Neto stopped as he passed Barreda’s room, raised his hand for a moment and then, as if he had made up his mind, knocked on the door.

There was no response, so Neto said: “It’s me”.

The room was then filled with the sound of shuffling footsteps, as if the person walking had little energy.

It was not long before the door was opened from the inside by Barreda.

His face was pale and his voice a little muffled: “What is it?

Neto looked away and turned his head to look away: “You don’t have to say those words today”.

Barreda smiled, a smile that did not reach his eyes, his expression somewhat dark: “Not for you, those words, I just wanted to say them, not to say them, do you understand?”

Seeing him like this, Neto had no intention of saying anything more, and with an “Oh” he turned to leave.

As he turned around, he heard Barreda say: “I envy you, dad and big brother, who seem to owe you something, but who really care about you.

Neto looked back at him with a slightly mocking tone: “Doesn’t daddy treat you well?

“What kind of person do you think Julio is, what kind of things has he done, and with dad’s nature how could he not have investigated it?”.

Neto was slightly stunned.

There was nothing wrong with Barreda’s words; Innocent was not a husband per se, but a very powerful head.

He was decisive and decisive in his actions.

She must have known that Julio had tried to seduce Marco, but had let Barreda marry her anyway.

“Even Julio knows the truth, doesn’t he? Barreda smiled suddenly, a somewhat sad smile. “It seems that Papa has always favoured me and treated me well, but has he really been as good to me as Julio, who has never loved me either?”

Neto looked at Barreda as if meeting him for the first time, sizing him up seriously.

I didn’t really hate this second brother, because I had never known Barreda to be wrong.

They hadn’t crossed paths much before, they were just more raw after what had happened to Julio.

“You were The Pastrano family, you still are and always will be”. He could say nothing more melodramatic or comforting, just a stiff affirmation.

Barreda, still looking as listless as ever, turned the conversation around and asked, “Is Miss Floria well?”

“Good”.

Neto said, and turned to leave.

Barreda watched his figure disappear around the corner and smiled miserably, he was truly envious of this third brother.