Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

Lucila ignores Julio and runs to Neto.

Neto was a little out of breath and it was obvious that he was out of breath too.

He grabbed Lucila’s arm and asked, “I thought I told you to wait for me in the lobby? What are you doing following her out?

Julio, who was trailing behind, overheard Neto’s words.

He was a metre away, backlit, his figure faint and a little pitiful in the night.

Lucila broke away from Neto’s hand and turned to Julio, taking his hand and speaking in a lighter tone, “The second sister-in-law was worried because she was uncomfortable inside, so she asked me to go for a walk, I couldn’t let her down, so I followed her outside, don’t you think?”

He called her “second sister-in-law” and “second sister-in-law” left and right, making both uncomfortable.

Neto felt both uncomfortable and relieved.

“Well, come back, it’s getting late”. Neto said and walked over and pulled Lucila inside.

Lucila let herself be dragged by him and looked at Julio as she walked: “Hey, why did you leave your second sister-in-law alone?

Neto reached out and put his big hand on the top of her head to stop her from turning away, saying impatiently, “She’s used to being in Sky City, she’s not afraid of the cold.

Lucila couldn’t help but laugh at what he said.

Ciudad del Cielo is a northern city and it is late autumn and the weather is getting colder.

Cloud Cit is a southern city, she is a true southerner and it is natural for Neto to worry that she will not be able to adapt to this climate.

However, she was glad that Neto was clear about his relationship with women and that he was a determined man who did not get involved with them.

If there had been any doubt in his mind about Neto when he had heard him talk to Julio earlier, now, he felt, there was no need to doubt Neto.

After almost three years of spending time together, she should have trusted her own eyes and she should have trusted him.

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Back in the Pastrano family, Barreda was the only person in the room.

The big lights in the foyer had gone out and there was only one small light on, Barreda’s head hung slightly, making it impossible to read his expression.

Neto led her inside and, without even looking at Barreda, headed straight upstairs.

It was Barreda, however, who saw them enter and greeted them with a voice: “Back?

Neto’s footsteps stopped and he replied indifferently: “Hmm”.

Barreda’s voice is slow and languid, with an inexplicable provocation: “Ciudad del Cielo is dry and the nights are cool, Miss Floria take care”.

Lucila clearly felt Neto’s form harden.

His voice almost came out of his teeth: “Sweep!

“Neto is a bit burnt lately, I’ll tell Eneas to make him some soup to bring it down tomorrow. “As soon as Barreda’s words fell, Julio came in behind to follow.

“Good night.” With that left, she got up and approached Julio, her voice a little unsettling in its sweetness, “Honey, you’re back”.

Lucila felt Neto’s hand, which held hers, tighten a couple more times and her hand clenched painfully.

Lucila didn’t say anything to get him to let go either, she simply followed him back into the room in silence.

When he reached the room, Neto felt in his pockets and found his cigarettes, but instead of taking them out, he looked up and said to Lucila, “Go take a shower first”.

Lucila stood in front of him and raised her hand, which had just been squeezed to pain by him, to his face, with its incipient red marks.

He looked at Lucila, who was looking at him with a calm face, clearly not saying anything, but Neto felt that she was torturing him silently.

Why is there so much reaction to Barreda’s simple statement?

Why didn’t she notice when Julio came in later and lost a bit of control and squeezed her hand, so hard that the bones felt like they were going to break.

He was always a considerate man, and even when he got angry, he didn’t get angry with Lucila, probably because he was born into a family that would never give a woman a hard time, no matter what.

Neto’s face tightened slightly as he tried to speak.

Lucila tends to be quite talkative, a bit intelligent at times, and quite tormented.

He scratched his hair in annoyance: “I have nothing to do with Julio, stay away from Barreda!

“Oh.” Lucila withdrew her hand and responded indifferently, with little emotional ups and downs.

Now he doesn’t believe him.

It’s hell if it’s nothing.

“Here, it still hurts, let me rub it for you.” Neto reached over and cupped her hand like a scoundrel, then blew on it gently, and when he looked up and saw that Lucila still wasn’t smiling, he simply said, “Aren’t you happy? Then hit me and see if that makes you happy.

Lucila was not polite and gave him a hard twist directly on the back of the hand.

Neto hissed in pain, but did not withdraw his hand.

Why women love to use this trick, might as well let her beat him up a bit.

Lucila let go and went into the bathroom.

Neto touched the back of his hand, took a cigarette out of the box, walked over to the window, leaned on the edge and lit it.

Smoke drifted from his lips in a lingering haze, making his face a blur, unable to hide the torn look between his eyebrows.

He smoked only one in great moderation, and only when the smell of smoke had almost dissipated did he close the window and return to the room.

It didn’t take long for Lucila to come out.

A small, pale white face, already red from the heat, with a few strands of water-dampened hair sticking to its face, is covered by a pair of cartoon pyjamas with a bit of fleece.

Neto pulled down the collar of his shirt and beckoned to Lucila: “Come here”.

Lucila approached him and just as he sat down, she narrowed her eyes at him: “Neto, tell me honestly, how many cigarettes have you smoked today?

Neto moved stiffly and held out a finger, saying firmly: “One!

Lucila raised her eyebrows at him, her eyes looked dangerous.

Neto pulled her straight into his arms and nipped at her lips, showing a satisfied expression before saying, “Why are you like a dog’s nose, I really just smoked one and you smelled it?”.

Lucila fiddled with the button on her collar and let out a small, arrogant growl.

Neto: “…”

With a merciless bite on Lucila’s ear, he kissed her.

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Lucila blushed and threw him out of bed: “Don’t come up here!

Neto sat down on the floor and started to play around: “Lucila, don’t do that, the floor is too cold …”.

Lucila stood her ground and spat one word: “Get out!”.