Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

It was late at night when Marco returned to the Pastrano family.

From the courtyard to the house, all was silent.

Nor did he say beforehand that he would return, but in the lobby, Aeneas left the light on for him anyway.

When Neto and Lucila’s wedding was over and they spent some time at home, they returned to Cloud Cit. Barreda doesn’t know what he’s doing these days either and doesn’t usually return.

It is said to be having a second wind.

Marco couldn’t help but laugh at the idea.

The two younger brothers, the one married, the second, the second, the second, only he is still single. No wonder the two elders of the family talk about him every time he comes home.

If he had said he was coming back in advance, the two elders would also have greeted him with a blind date in advance.

So he had to work late into the night to get back quietly.

He was already busy at work, and coming home and being read to was a headache even for his best energy.

Returning to the room cautiously, without alerting anyone.

He was relieved when he walked through the door.

Switching on the light and casually tossing the jacket in his hand on the sofa, he unbuttoned his shirt to enter the bathroom.

Without looking back, he saw the blankets on the bed ripped off and gathered into a ball.

Did anyone actually sleep in his bed?

He tends to fold his duvets neatly, even at home.

She approaches the bed and pulls down the sheets, revealing Carmencita’s little face, red with heat and sleep.

Marco frowned, what was she doing here?

He came a few moments closer and caught a faint whiff of alcohol.

Marco’s face was a little colder, but his movements to put the blankets back on were smooth.

The girl is getting better, no longer calls him to harass him during the week, doesn’t seek him out for dinner on weekends, comes to the house to drink while he is away, and sleeps in his bed.

Most likely the old man dragged her out for another drink.

An alcoholic since childhood.

I don’t know how a child can be so fond of drinking.

Marco stared at her face for a long time, and for no apparent reason his mouth went a little dry.

Probably because the room was so warm that I had just come in from outside a bit uncomfortable.

Then he turned around and went into the bathroom.

After showering, he looked for a quilt and lay down on the sofa.

The sofa was a bit small and he lay down uncomfortably, and although he slept until dawn, he continued to have strange dreams.

Carmencita had a hangover but the wine she drank with the old man was good, so she got up early and woke up without much of a headache.

He lifted the sheets and got out of bed, saw the man lying on the sofa and immediately cringed.

Why is Big Brother back?

Didn’t Aeneas say that big brother would not return last night?

Always alert and with an early biological clock, Marco woke up at that moment.

He saw Carmencita sitting on the edge of the bed in her fluffy pyjamas, looking at him with an astonished face.

Their fringes are in disarray and their eyes are squinted in a state of deflation, in which people are slow to react when they wake up.

Marco didn’t mind either and, with a pinch on his forehead, got up and went into the bathroom.

Carmencita took a moment to react when she heard the sound of water running in the bathroom.

He got up and went to the sofa and sat down, where the glow of Marco’s dream still remained.

Marco soon came out fully dressed.

Carmencita has always been particularly struck by the speed with which Marco dresses and washes: it literally takes him five minutes.

“Big brother, why did you come back?” She reached for a pillow on the side and hugged it in her arms before feeling less embarrassed.

She and Marco hadn’t seen much of each other since Neto and Lucila’s wedding, and even when they did see each other they were cold and greeting.

It had been a long time since two people had been in an enclosed space, especially in Marco’s room.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Marco replied with unusual brevity: “Weekend”.

Every other weekend, he would come home.

Carmencita said “Oh”, not knowing what to say.

When he used to tease Marco a lot, he didn’t think it was a big deal that Marco was shy with words.

It is only now that we don’t see each other so often that we really feel so cold.

Although she had worried as little as possible, she still felt very lost.

Marco looked down at her, noting the expression on her face, and was about to speak when he paused suddenly.

She was wearing coral fleece pyjamas, but Marco had been looking at her long enough to see that she had no clothes on underneath.

Carmencita had always been a bit stubborn in front of him and didn’t mind, and he had scolded her a few times, but every time he did, she said impatiently that she knew and seemed to get angry.

She felt a little helpless, Carmencita was a girl she had watched grow up, she had gone to school with Alaric, they were the same age, and in her heart Carmencita was as close to her sister as Alaric.

She thought about it for a moment and then her face fell: “Carmencita, do you sleep in people’s houses when you’ve been drinking? You have no sense of security.

Carmencita’s heart was already a little lost, and when she heard this, her face turned white.

You mean I shouldn’t sleep in your bed?

Her nose ached and she looked at him with pursed lips, “I only slept in your bed for a while, why are you so angry? Don’t you know how to sleep in Sango’s room? You could have woken me up if you didn’t want to.

It’s not like she hasn’t slept in his room before, he would be very angry, there must be another woman out there.

That’s what they say on the internet.

Marco frowned, “That’s not what I meant”.

“And what do you mean?” Carmencita got up and hurried out, saying as she did so, “If you don’t like it, I’m not going to live in your house any more, as if I don’t care who lives there.”

Marco saw that he was about to leave like that and took two steps behind him to pick him up again: “You’re just going back?

“Or what, let you scold me again and leave?” Carmencita, with her little arms and legs, was still in Marco’s hands even after struggling for half a day, so she looked at him defiantly.

Marco saw her face swell and she looked down at herself, wanting to laugh but holding back.

He’s been like that since he was a child, puffing up his face and looking at people when he gets angry.

Marco’s tone softened a little: “Change your clothes and come back”.

Carmencita looked at the clothes she was wearing and suddenly thought of something and blushed a lot.

It’s not that he has no sense of male and female defence, but that he didn’t expect Marco to come back in the middle of the night, and another reason is because he never worried about it in front of Marco, who after all changed his nappies when he was little …

The past is untraceable …

She blushed even more at the thought, just as Marco was still carrying her.

He glared fiercely at Marco: “Let him go”.

Marco sniffed and let her go.

As soon as Carmencita was free, she rushed into the bathroom like a rabbit, clutching her clothes.

Soon she was fully dressed again, without saying a word to Marco, and running away.