Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

At this hour, she couldn’t think of anyone who could pick up Marco except Toli, the night owl, and she didn’t feel comfortable with him coming back alone anyway.

Who knew Marco would frown at that: “There’s no turning back”.

“…”

Carmencita seemed a little amused, Marco was having fun drinking.

“You have to come back even if you don’t, it’s not like you to stay here with me as a big man.”

Marco wasn’t sure he had heard her, he looked at Carmencita with a frown: “I’m going back and you’re going with the brat Silo”.

“Brat …?”

I could not associate Silo with “brat”.

“I know what that brat does, don’t go out with him.” Marco frowned slightly, his usual scathing scowl disappearing and showing a hint of gentleness.

“I think it’s quite nice.” Carmencita stepped back a little when she felt the two men were too close.

He bit his lip and asked, “Do you mind? I’m meeting other men.

Marco’s reaction was half a beat slower than usual, as if he was thinking about his words, and it took him a few seconds to say with a flourish: “Don’t meet with other men, they’re all upset.

Carmencita almost bursts out laughing as she stifles the smile that comes to her lips and asks: “And you?

“I will protect you. This time, Marco was quick to respond.

Carmencita’s heart fluttered and she suddenly wanted to hug him.

With that in mind, she did the same.

She moved to his waist and buried her head in his arms.

Only when she really felt herself in his arms did she realise how much she wanted him.

Suddenly, she felt her heart catch and she felt short of breath at the thought that if she married someone else in the future, and Marco married another woman, they would never be able to cuddle and talk so intimately again.

Carmencita leaned into his arms, listening to the strong beating of his heart, and whispered, “All right, then I won’t see another man, and you won’t have another woman, OK?

He was answered by the sound of the man’s steady, heavy breathing.

Then he felt a weight on his shoulders.

He fell asleep.

…

Marco woke up with a slight headache.

The fragrant smell of the blanket told him that he was not at home, nor in his own flat.

The first reaction is to be suspicious.

But, as he turned his head and saw the photograph on the bedside table, he loosened up.

How did you get here, to Carmencita?

Last night he was dragged out for drinks by Barreda and it was late.

If I had known I would come to Carmencita after drinking, I would not have come.

He got up and went into the bathroom to wash briefly.

Standing in front of the mirror, her eyes roamed over the pink toothbrush and the towel with the cat design, and a strange feeling crossed her heart.

As Carmencita grew older, he stayed away from her, consciously or unconsciously, and rarely re-entered her room.

There is something strange about the feeling in the back of your mind.

After a quick, brief wash, he pushed open the door and went out.

This flat is not big and has few rooms.

He went straight to the next room and, without knocking, pushed the door open.

The door had just opened a crack when he was stunned.

The girl’s body, so white and beautiful, appeared before him, and his gaze went from her white neck to her slender ankles before he realised what he was doing and hurriedly closed the door behind him.

Without looking at the road, he turned around and ended up crashing into the sofa.

The sofa was heavy, made of solid wood, and when he hit it, it made a creaking sound, a little hard.

The sound irritated him and instantly enlightened him a little.

Seeing a water fountain to one side, he walked over and got himself a large glass of cold water and poured it for himself before calming down a bit.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

I didn’t expect Carmencita to be changing her clothes by chance.

Because of his work, he is cautious and careful in everything he does, which forms a habit.

He opened the door without making a sound, and it so happened that Carmencita had her back to him and did not see him.

And his first reaction on seeing her body was not to close the door immediately, but to look like a voyeur in a palpitating mood.

He wiped his face in annoyance and turned around to go back into the bathroom.

When Carmencita came out, she saw that there was no one in the corridor and went into her bedroom.

Last night, after Marco had fallen asleep, he had struggled to drag him to his bedroom and had to sleep in Alaric’s room.

There was no one in bed and there was the sound of water in the bathroom – was it a bath?

I had to work later and could still go and prepare breakfast now.

She looked in the fridge for a while and was really limited in her culinary skills, so she made some egg noodles.

She never cooked at home, and at the young age of a teenager, she read some meaningless little relationship tips and went to learn to cook on a whim, only to end up learning nothing.

Instead, after his internship, he lived with Alaric and learned to cook noodles.

Although the noodles he cooked were also mediocre, they were manageable.

The water in the pot boiled and she heard the door open behind her.

She turned around and saw Marco walking towards her while drying his hair with a towel.

As she approached, she noticed that his face was a little pale. She reached out to touch his forehead and asked with some concern, “Why are you so pale, is something wrong?

His fingertips had just touched Marco’s forehead when he pulled away.

But Carmencita still felt the coldness of her forehead.

He frowned: “Why is it so cold?

Marco grimaced and hid his discomfort.

You can’t be cold after a cold shower in the middle of winter.

“Nothing, I woke up this morning feeling a bit hot, so I took a cold shower”.

He finished with a calm face, and when his eyes touched her slender white neck, his mind could not help but recall the look he had seen earlier on the other side of the door.

The girl’s jade-white body, with a slender, even waist, …

His body was suddenly warm again.

His face was sunken to the point that he looked up at Carmencita, who was surprised to hear him showering with cold water, and said coldly, “I’m leaving you”.

Carmencita then replied and said: “Have breakfast before you go, cook the pasta, I’ve put it all in the pot, look”.

He said, and stepped back to show Marco that he had actually put the noodles in the pot.

Marco gave him a strange look: “Do you know how to cook?

I can’t tell you what it was like to be the girl I knew best and not know that I could cook.

Carmencita, oblivious to the mountainous terrain of her mind, said with some modesty, tucking her hair behind her ear: “I only learned to cook noodles with Alarico, nothing else.

Marco looked at her slightly youthful face and realised in an instant that she really did seem to have grown up, no longer the mischievous young woman who had always troubled him as a child.

He took a seat at the table and his eyes rested on her with a heavy gaze, unable to move his eyes a little.