Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

Barreda said it so bluntly on purpose, so that Marco would get excited.

He, the older brother, was not enlightened and he, as the younger brother, could no longer see it.

Indeed, Marco felt somewhat irritated by Barreda’s words and looked at Barreda with a sombre look: “Enough?

“I’m telling you the truth, Carmencita has grown up, you can’t treat her like a little sister anymore, it’s obvious that she also likes people a lot, if you don’t like her, don’t bother her with other boys, besides, Silo is great.”

He deliberately added the words “other men” to the sentence.

Marco coolly pushed him away and slammed the door.

Once outside, Barreda took a deep breath, he had just looked at his older brother with that look of fear and was a little afraid that he was going to beat him up.

The protective and possessive man of the Pastrano family said bluntly, and seeing Marco so angry, he was sure that Carmencita was not really in his older brother’s heart.

In the future, he wouldn’t dare get involved with those two again, his life was at stake.

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Leaving the office, Marco sat inside with a sombre look on his face. Instead of starting the car immediately, he took out his mobile phone and called Carmencita.

The phone does not answer and keeps ringing until it hangs up automatically.

Marco called four or five times in a row, all in the same way, and he was so angry that he turned the phone off all at once.

The poor phone fell several times in the compartment and ended up under the seat.

He thought back to what Barreda had said earlier and reached out to hit the steering wheel hard in annoyance.

It is true that until then I had not thought that Carmencita would later marry someone else and be with someone else.

The pattern inherent in his dealings with Carmencita over the years, coupled with Carmencita’s dependence on him, had completely escaped him, or possibly his reluctance to think about it.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Every time he thought about the girl he had grown up with holding hands, hugging, kissing and even sleeping with other men, he felt as if his chest was suffocating. She felt as if her chest was suffocating, as if someone was cutting her heart out, and it was unbearable.

Just thinking about it turns his stomach.

At that moment, the mobile phone I had dropped under the seat suddenly rang.

He snapped back to reality and picked up the phone.

The caller was none other than Carmencita, whom I had just been thinking about.

He would pick up the phone and hold it to his ear.

On the other end of the line was Carmencita’s voice, slightly anxious and defensive: “Sorry, big brother, I was at the cinema and didn’t hear your call”.

In the afternoon, Silo called her to invite her to a movie tonight. She wanted to refuse – after all, it was a bit ambiguous for a man and a woman to go to the cinema alone.

And Silo, as if he had already guessed what she was thinking, said to her unhurriedly, “Carmencita, don’t be overwhelmed, I know you have someone you like in your heart, and I have someone I can’t let go, but I want a chance to start again, and if you do too, don’t reject me, I like you a lot too. ”

He spoke frankly and clearly and Carmencita was a little surprised, but having been in contact with Silo, she found him to be a really nice person and if it was a question of finding a boyfriend, there was no one better than him.

She hesitated only a few seconds before agreeing.

As he was trying to get over Marco, he had to try to get along with other boys to do so, and it was good to give himself a chance.

So she refused Marco’s offer to pick her up, thinking that, if she refused, Marco would stop looking for her, would not wait for her to call.

There was so much noise in the cinema that he didn’t hear it, and it was only when he left to go to the toilet that he noticed a missed call on his phone.

There was no hint of warmth in Marco’s voice: “What cinema?

Not to mention Silo, now he wants to take Carmencita and beat her up.

I don’t know what kind of film she was watching, but if Silo’s boy wasn’t well and took her to a horror film, would Silo have taken advantage of her?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he felt.

Carmencita could also hear the coldness in his voice, and yet she couldn’t help wincing and biting her lip as she said, “I’m going home after the film”.

She made it clear that she would not tell Marco which cinema she and Silo were in.

With the last incident at the restaurant still fresh in his mind, he would be foolish to tell Marco the address again.

But Marco is a man who can do what he wants and go where he wants, and no one can stop him.

“The nature of this is different between you telling me yourself and me coming to you myself, Carmencita, so think it over.” His voice became soft, with a touch of imperceptible coldness.

Carmencita leaned helplessly against the wall and rubbed her forehead for a long time without making a sound.

There was a long silence between the two men on the other end of the phone, and finally Carmencita compromised by giving him the address of the cinema and adding: “Meet me in front of the cinema”.

After hanging up the phone, Carmencita made her way to the entrance of the cinema while deliberating on what excuse to give Silo.

It wasn’t until I was on my way to the entrance of the cinema that I sent Silo a text message on the pretext that I wasn’t feeling well.

As soon as the text message was sent, a jeep pulled up in front of her with a “whoop”.

The window was rolled down and Marco’s sharp eyebrows came into view.

“Big brother.” She whispered to him and he said nothing, gesturing for her to come in.

Carmencita put her phone in her purse and opened the car door to get in.

As soon as he got into the car and settled in, Marco suddenly accelerated.

Carmencita staggered and managed to stay still enough to say to Marco: “You … brake …”.

Marco drove the car as fast as he could, as if he hadn’t heard.

When Carmencita saw that he ignored her, the rage she had felt for days came flooding back, and her tears fell like broken beads.

Marco turned his head as if sensing something and saw Carmencita’s tear-stained face as she bit her lip.

Carmencita imagined how bad she was at this point, raising her hand to wipe the tears from her face and turning her head to one side, not looking at him, her back alone still cringing.

Marco’s hands were still gripping the steering wheel, and he couldn’t stop squeezing them as if he was going to crush it.

“You …,” he said before feeling a small lump in his throat as he opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

He had never seen her cry so hard, and his heart squeezed tightly, had he made her cry?

The next moment, Carmencita threw open the door and ran out of the car.

“Carmencita!”

Marco shouted her name and ran after her.

It is fortunate that it is not a busy road, just the right place to park.

Tall and long-legged, he soon caught up with Carmencita.

He reached Carmencita and she struggled uncontrollably, sobbing, “What the hell are you doing!