Her Second Marriage With Mr. Cristian

What could there be in time?

Pacino was inexplicably pumped and felt some hope again.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

His brain was clouded with alcohol, and suddenly out of nowhere he asked:

“Manuel, you’ve been with Angelica for so long and you don’t like her at all?”

Manuel: “…”

He turned his head to stare at Pacino: “Don’t think I won’t hit you just because you’re drunk and talking nonsense.”

“What’s wrong with me talking drunk, Angelica is so pretty, I can’t believe you don’t feel anything when you’re with her day after day.”

Manuel thought about it for a while, but there was nothing special about it.

But that was because he was more concerned about Angelica’s feelings-after all, she was not his, while Lea was his sister, so … he always ignored her a little.

In view of this, Manuel felt that he had to make sure that he went back to see Lea this week.

The point is that Lea seems to be getting very close to a boy at their school lately, saying that he had a very poor family, and so she secretly cooked food at home, and then brought it to him. He called her recently, but she said she was fine and couldn’t talk. She must have gone to that boy then?

Manuel shook his head helplessly, the girl became more mature, who knew she would start running to boys? What will happen when she grows up a little more?

“Why don’t you say anything? What’s on your mind?” Pacino fixed Manuel with a sly look, “Did I remind you that you also like Angelica?”

Bang!

At those words, Manuel slammed his fist into his face.

Pacino didn’t dodge, didn’t know if he couldn’t or didn’t even think about dodging, just caught his fist and fell backward against the table with a thud, hitting his head on the table leg.

The pain sobered him for a few moments.

Before he could sit still, Manuel reached over and grabbed him by the collar, saying coldly, “I told you before not to mess with her, Pacino, it’s okay if you don’t remember, it’s okay to talk about me, but why are you bringing her up? Just because she rejected you, are you going to start disrespecting her like this?”

Pacino was sober and sore from the punch, pulled his lips into a smile and then said, “Am I slandering her by asking if you like her? Isn’t it because I think it’s too good to think that you might have thoughts about her!”

“I don’t have any for her!” Manuel growled, “I grew up with her, how could I possibly have thoughts about her, if I did, would I … still be a person?”

Pacino huffed out a laugh, “So you’re attached to this idea? Wouldn’t you like it if you weren’t?”

Manuel did not answer, only his eyes gradually lowered.

“You’ve been drinking tonight and talking nonsense all over the place, haven’t you? First you begged me to promise to keep her company, and now you got into this mess after being rejected for a word.”

Pacino laughed, his eyes filled with tears.

“One sentence? I’m going crazy, Manuel, and I had a horrible thought today.”

Hearing these words, Manuel frowned disgruntled: what other terrible thought? He couldn’t have wanted to commit suicide, could he?

“Suddenly I thought that Angelica loved you.

With that, Pacino burst into a loud, desperate laugh, a laugh but not a happy one, full of sadness.

Manuel thought he had a hearing problem, and looked at Pacino dazedly, half grabbing him by the collar and trying to lose his composure.

“Manuel, don’t be angry, listen and judge for yourself, think, do you like Angelica? From a very young age, she walked behind you with a ponytail, and even though we all communicate very well in our company, do you think she treats us and you the same way? Ask yourself. You are special to her.”

U After she rejected me, she asked me about you. She only asked one question, nothing like that. But do you know how many sparks were hiding in her eyes? As far as I know her, she was very embarrassed.

That’s why Pacino was in such a bad mood. He did not care that she did not love him, he was not afraid that there was no place for him in her heart because then he might still have a chance. But if her heart already belonged to another person, then it will be very difficult to have the opportunity to reach him.

Moreover, this man she liked was special, he was Manuel .

Manuel, tell me, in what way can I compare myself with you to compete? – Pacino fell to the ground like mud – Nothing. I can’t beat you and I don’t think I have a rosy chance in this life.”

Manuel : “…”

He had wanted to lose his cool earlier, but now his fingers could not help but tremble.

“The authorities are in the dark, if you don’t believe me, you can ask his roommate, the girl called Livia.”

Manuel did not answer, and after a moment he grimaced and said, “You’re drunk and stammering today, I’m going to pretend I never heard any of this, and you didn’t say any of this, and when you wake up forget it all for me.”

“Forget?”

Pacino laughed bitterly, “You think I can forget? Can you lie to yourself, Manuel?

If that girl really likes you, you’re only hurting her by pretending you don’t know!”

This is what worries Manuel, who half-closes his lips, “Growing up together is just addiction, she is not yet an adult, her mind is not mature, don’t impose your ideas on her.

Everything, wait until she is an adult.”

With that, Manuel stopped talking to Pacino and stood up.

After a moment’s thought, he took a glass of cold water from the table and threw it in Pacino’s face.

A glass of cold water was poured over Pacino’s face, making him even more awake than before, but he still slumped like mud, unwilling to get up.

When he closed his eyes, all he could think about was Angelica.

Her every word and action, her spirit and gentleness, none of it could ever belong to him again.

No one knew that Manuel’s fists were clenched and his brow furrowed, that he had never had any other thoughts about Angelica.

Nor did he think that Angelica would ever think differently about him.

But if it was as Pacino had said, how would he deal with the situation?

Livia, if he remembered correctly, was his best friend, and it would have been even more inappropriate to ask her, but why would Pacino involve her?

Manuel’s mind was in turmoil as he sat for a while and got up to leave the dormitory.

Bang!

After the dormitory door closed, peace returned to the dormitory.

The other two roommates, who were sleeping in the upper bunk, got up only slowly and then looked at each other.

“Jesus, how did we hear that?”

“Will we make up for the silence, that cute little sister who likes our brother Manuel?”