Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

It has always been like that with Marco, he appears once and then disappears for a long time.

It has been a good two years.

Marco put his head down and peeled the prawns, ate a few himself and then started peeling them for Carmencita.

As he slowly and methodically peeled the prawns, he asked her nonchalantly: “How’s work these days?

“It’s … pretty good.” Hearing him ask about her work, she stammered a little embarrassed.

Marco lowered his eyes, a significant light shone in them, and then, with a calm face, he said, “Really? I happen to be free tomorrow, I’ll give you a lift to work”.

Carmencita’s face changed abruptly, and then she said with a serious face: “No, you have plenty of time, so rest.

Marco rejected it outright: “It’s fine”.

“All right then.” Carmencita knew that once Marco had decided something, it was difficult to change it, and she simply agreed.

The big thing is that he will drop her off tomorrow at the office door, she will get out of the car and cajole him, walk around for a while and then come back.

I couldn’t follow her around all day, could I?

The more I thought about it, the more I believed it would work, without seeing Marco’s face, which was gradually getting colder.

At ten o’clock, Alarico returned from outside and entered his room to find Carmencita lying on her bed playing with her phone, threw her bag in her hand and asked Carmencita: “Why are you sleeping in my room again, big brother is here again?”

“Yes.” Carmencita was reading the comic, her eyes glued to her phone as if she hadn’t moved them for a moment.

Alaric took a tiara and tied up her hair, went over to the bed and sat down, asking her curiously: “Carmencita, why do I get the impression that my older brother is trying to flirt with you? Why else would he come to our side to sleep in your bed if he has no home to go back to?

“He’s happy, what can I do”. Carmencita’s attention was completely absorbed by her phone and she didn’t even look at Alarico.

It was Alaric who was not satisfied with her attitude and snatched the phone from her and threw it aside, grabbing her by the shoulders and saying very seriously: “Why does she sleep in your bed and not in mine? I’m your own sister, why do you think that is?

Carmencita felt her brain short-circuit and she froze: “Why?

“Of course you are more important in his heart than me, his own sister!” said Alaric in one word.

“Don’t tease him, big deal, next time let him sleep in your bed.” Carmencita pushed Alaric’s hand away and pulled a pillow aside to cradle it in her arms, her tone a little lost: “How important can I be to him, besides, in his eyes I’m just like you, he only sees me as a sister.”

“I have not seen him as close to me, his sister, as he is to you”.

Alarico has recently become involved with a young man from the Institute, and Carmencita thinks she has fallen in love like a fool.

Carmencita got a bit angry: “You go and take a shower”.

“Fine, fine, I won’t say anything.” Alaric was playing with his own little mind as he made his way to the bathroom.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Carmencita lay in bed, listening to Alarico humming in the bathroom as he showered, and couldn’t help but feel sad.

Previously, Alaric was bitterly in love with her cousin Gabrio and, after being rejected, she was depressed for a long time, but was soon pursued by a boy from the Institute.

He is said to be the assistant of a cousin.

The two have started dating and everything is going well.

She, for her part, has lost her job and her love life is not going well.

…

The next morning it was Alaric who got up to prepare breakfast.

Alarico’s family runs a noodle shop and her father’s culinary knowledge makes her a great cook.

For breakfast he also cooked noodles and brought out two small plates.

Carmencita ate with exceptional satisfaction.

Alaric had just finished eating when the phone rang.

From her lively appearance, Carmencita knew it was the assistant who had come to pick her up.

He couldn’t help but turn his head to look at Marco.

Marco looked at her and said coldly: “Eat quickly or you’ll be late.

“…”

…

On the way to the office, Carmencita was a little nervous.

Lying to Marco always made her feel weak and a little scared.

As she kept wandering, Carmencita didn’t even know that the car had stopped.

Marco rested a hand on the steering wheel and turned his head, looking at her willingly, his voice low: “Get out of the car.

“Oh, good.” Carmencita replied and hurried to open the car door to get out.

Marco watched her get out of the car, his hand on the steering wheel unconsciously clenched.

Carmencita walked away and looked back to see that Marco’s car was still safely parked, showing no sign of leaving.

Although I couldn’t see Marco’s face, I knew he must be looking at her.

For some reason, she felt a bit blocked inside.

In fact, Marco scolded her only because he cared about her.

Marco is not a man of many words, he tends to say very little and is even more fearsome when he is angry, but she knows that whatever he does or says, whether he is mean to her or scolds her, is for her own good.

Thinking about it made her feel a little insecure.

I shouldn’t have lied to him like that.

With that thought, he turned his head and ran backwards.

Running to the car, he opened the door and gasped to Marco: “Brother, I actually lost my job, I don’t even have to work today, I lied to you”.

She looked at Marco with her hands clasped around her bag, looking at him nervously, as if she were a child who knows she has made a mistake and fears the reprimand she will receive.

Marco lifted his lips slightly and looked into her eyes apprehensively, a little intolerance rose in his heart, the words on his lips were swallowed and he said only two words coldly: “Get into the car”.

Carmencita blinked, somewhat incredulously at his ears.

Big brother is not angry?

Or he was planning to take it back and then fix it.

The thought of this possibility made her fall down and get out of the car, clinging to the window and pulling away from Marco.

She knew that her boss had harassed her yesterday afternoon.

At this point he was angry, so much so that he left his work in his hand and tried to go to her.

But along the way, he gradually calmed down, remembering what she had said last time, that he had to make his own decisions about his own affairs.

The girl has grown up and he can no longer force her in the same way he used to control the children.

He assumed she would be back at the rented flat, so he went there early to wait for her.

She waited for him to step forward and tell her that, in Carmencita’s opinion, he could be trusted.

However, he did not expect this girl to be heartless. He waited all night and she said nothing, and when he said he would take her to work, he even planned to lie to her.

I was really angry.

As he looked at her as if she was avoiding him like a snake, hiding from him, the rage in his heart became even more contagious.

He looked at her coldly: “Sit down here for a bit”.