Chapter 796: Get Out or I’m Gone
In the evening, Marco returned to the Pastrano family and as he walked past the Ortis family, he encountered Mrs.
He stopped and shouted, “Aunt Ortis”.
Mrs. Ortis turned her head and smiled when she saw it was Marco: “It’s Marco, have you been busy lately? It seems like I haven’t seen you in ages”.
“I’ve been a little busy lately.” Marco nodded slightly, looked into the courtyard of The Ortis Family as if thinking of something else and asked, as if without thinking, “Where’s Carmencita?”
Mrs. Ortis didn’t think anything of it and said with a smile: “He’s not at home, he’s out with friends and will be back later.
Marco sniffed and frowned slightly, raising his wrist to check the time, it was eight o’clock and he still hadn’t returned.
Did you go on a date with a guy called Silo?
The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and the anger began to spread again.
But with his elders around, he doesn’t show it.
Back in the Pastrano family, his countenance only cooled.
He took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa, taking out his mobile phone and preparing to dial Carmencita’s number.
Suddenly, remembering what Carmencita had said during the day in the restaurant booth, her face sank.
If she didn’t want him, why was he so nosy?
He threw the phone on the coffee table and leaned back lazily on the sofa, a little out of breath.
After a few moments, Barreda came in from outside, whistling.
Marco is in a bad mood and doesn’t like anything he sees.
Barreda is clearly in a good mood with his coat hanging from his arm and his energetic steps.
He looked up to see Marco sitting gloomily on the sofa, frowned slightly and shouted, “Big brother”.
Marco gave him a look and a slight nod, counting the answer.
Barreda, not knowing what to think, approached Marco and sat down, concern in his voice: “What’s the matter with you?Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
“Nothing.” I couldn’t say I was angry with that Carmencita girl.
But after thinking about it, he asked, “Silo sabes?”
“Him.” Barreda thought for a moment and said: “I’ve heard of him, he’s not a bad guy”.
Marco took a deep breath and said, “Go upstairs and rest”.
I didn’t want to talk to Barreda at all.
He had heard a little about Carmencita and Silo’s blind date, and seeing Marco like that, he had a vague guess as to what was going on.
He stood up and said, seemingly out of the blue, “I hear he has a blind date with Carmencita? It seems the two are quite compatible, they …”.
Before I could finish the sentence, Marco got up and went upstairs.
Barreda looked at Marco’s back and shook his head.
How can a man in his thirties, so sober in everything, be so stupid when it comes to relationships?
…
For two weeks in a row, Carmencita did not see Marco.
During this period I met Silo a few times and had a few meals together.
Although there is a slight age difference between them, there is no generation gap. Silo is gentle, gentlemanly and knowledgeable, and Carmencita really likes him as a person.
He was very comfortable to be with.
Even if they don’t end up together, it’s good that they are friends.
That day, Alarico went home to see his parents, leaving Carmencita alone.
In the middle of the night, he received a call from Marco.
“Brother?” He called and then squinted at the number on the screen to make sure it was indeed Marco before sitting up and half leaning on the bed, “What can I do for you?”
What was the point of calling her at two o’clock in the morning?
You have to work tomorrow, OK!
“Come down.” Marco’s voice sounded a little strange, a little slower when he spoke, not as loud and cold as usual.
Carmencita woke up instantly: “Are you below me?
Without bothering to say anything else, he grabbed his jacket and ran downstairs.
Marco’s jeep, conspicuously parked in front of the cool neighbourhood under the street lamps.
He went straight to the passenger side, opened the door and was surprised to see that it was indeed Marco sitting inside, before saying: “What’s wrong with you? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?
The light comes in through the car window and Marco’s face is half hidden in the daylight, the whole figure seems a little dark, and it is then that Carmencita smells a whiff of alcohol.
“With those words, he swung his feet into the car and sat in the passenger seat.
Marco stared at her intently for a moment, his voice a little hoarse: “I’ve had a bit to drink.
Talking so slowly and smelling so much of alcohol, approaching her in the middle of the night with just a little bit of drink she didn’t believe.
Carmencita sighed: “You go down first”.
Marco shook his head, his eyes a little dull, “Not downstairs”.
“Will I leave if you don’t come down?” Carmencita made a move to get out of the car and leave.
Marco tugged at her: “Don’t go”.
It was the end of winter and the weather was getting harsher and colder, and the temperature outside was even colder.
Carmencita put on her T-shirt, “let’s talk about what’s going on upstairs, it’s too cold here”.
It was very cold, it was dark, Marco had been drinking and she didn’t feel comfortable letting him drive back alone anyway.
Marco didn’t say much, nodded his head and was obediently led up the stairs by her.
As soon as he entered the room, he began to look around and take a look around.
I had dropped Carmencita off a few times before and I knew she lived here, but I had never been up to see her.
He looked around for a while, got up and approached Carmencita, who was serving him water, and said, “The house is fine, it’s just a bit small.
Carmencita looked at him strangely: “It’s not as big as my house, but it still seems a bit big for two people living here, Alarico and me.
After saying this, he handed Marco the glass of water in his hand: “Drink.
Marco took it and stared at the glass for a while before drinking it slowly.
Carmencita wonders how much wine has been consumed.
Marco poured out a good amount of alcohol, as they used to drink spirits to warm up when they were on missions and in the field, and they increased their drinking capacity little by little.
Carmencita also seems to have memories of him drinking to excess, he was indifferent and then extraordinarily – well when he drank too much.
As for the exact details, I couldn’t remember them anyway.
When Marco finished, he handed the glass of water to Carmencita, indicating that he had finished drinking.
Staring at him with the cup in her hand with a look that begged for praise, Carmencita blinked and silently took the cup and turned around, raising her hand and touching his chest.
What a contrast to the usual, so beautiful …
She also seemed a little nervous, her heart was beating very fast.
Marco, seeing that Carmencita had her back to him and was not speaking to him, bent his head to look at her and said in confusion: “Carmencita”.
Carmencita suddenly felt a little annoyed.
It was annoying, what was he doing coming to her when he was drinking, and it had been so long since they had seen each other that she felt she was about to forget him.
But by the time he got to it now, he had lost all his previous work.
Carmencita turned her head and looked at him: “I’ll call my brother to come and pick you up.