Chapter 300: I must charge interest for helping you
Esteban Zaragosa, who was being held enthusiastically on the couch by Dulcina’s mother, raised an eyebrow looking at Dulcina Calvo.
Deuces!
Dulcina Calvo growled viciously and threw her little hands into the kitchen.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.
Once Dulcina Calvo and Dulcina’s mother entered the kitchen, Dulcina’s mother kept shouting from the kitchen, “That little Chi, I’m too busy frying to attend to you now, so make yourself at home, no need to be formal!”
Esteban Zaragosa was really unwrapped, and his dark eyes surveyed the house.
The house is small, about ninety square meters, but cozy. At this moment, the scattered sunset in the small living room, with the sound of frying oil coming from the kitchen, makes your heart extraordinarily calm and quiet.
With two rooms, it was obvious which one was Dulcina Calvo’s, and Esteban Zaragosa couldn’t help but get up and enter the girl’s boudoir.
Dulcina Calvo’s small bedroom is also warmly furnished.
A single bed, covered with a thick warm quilt, it looked warm, a small desk with a desktop computer, next to the computer desk was a small bookshelf with many books, some medical works, one was also his published medical compilation book, Esteban Zaragosa’s lips unconsciously hooked.
On this shelf, however, the most popular are romance novels.
Esteban Zaragosa is a girl who is not studying, but reading all this nonsense….
A group photograph has been placed on the top shelf of the bookshelf.
Esteban Zaragosa’s pupils narrowed and his eyes showed displeasure.
In the group photo, the girl is leaning on Lázaro Morejón, smiling sweetly.
Does Dulcina Calvo really care about this Lázaro Morejón when she keeps posting those group photos in such obvious places?
The more I look at it, the angrier I feel.
Esteban Zaragosa’s large hand simply lowered the frame and placed it back on the shelf, out of sight, out of mind.
…
In the kitchen, Dulcina’s mother grabbed Dulcina Calvo and whispered: “Why doesn’t this Lázaro Morejón look anything like his picture? He … hasn’t gone for plastic surgery, has he?”.
“…”
The corner of Dulcina Calvo’s mouth twitched, “Mom, you have a big brain!”.
Can plastic surgery … can make Lázaro Morejón look like Esteban Zaragosa? And do it without a cut?
Dulcina’s mother took another look and said, “He doesn’t look like a plastic surgery freak, but he’s quite a bit more handsome than in the picture, but …. how can this guy change so much?”
“Mom, he… he… he…”
Dulcina Calvo wanted to tell him that the man was Esteban Zaragosa, not Lázaro Morejón, but when the words came out of her mouth, Dulcina Calvo decided it would be better to let him make a mistake. If she had told him it wasn’t Lázaro Morejón, her mother would have beaten her to death, but for the sake of everyone’s happiness, let’s leave it at that!
“Mom, actually, the pictures I showed you earlier were taken with a beauty camera, and as you know, young people who are taken with that kind of camera nowadays look different from themselves.”
Dulcina’s mother wondered, “No, doesn’t a camera with a filter make people look better? This Lazarus doesn’t look as good as he does in person.”
“Oops, mom, he’s not in the picture, you should fry the food, my dad will be home soon!”
“Go and take the coffee to Xiao Chi, it’s his first time to visit us, don’t let him think that our family doesn’t value him, go!”
Dulcina Calvo, wilted and with a cup of coffee, comes out of the kitchen and sees that the living room is empty before realizing that Esteban Zaragosa has escaped to his bedroom.
He hurried to the bedroom and growled, “Here, have some coffee!”.
Esteban Zaragosa gave her a sidelong glance, “Is this how you treat your mentor? I’ve done you a big favor.”
“A big favor? Good thing you’re not doing me any favors, why are you in my room, what are you trying to… spy, what are you trying to… spy?”
Esteban Zaragosa’s long legs closed over her and his dark eyes bore into her face. “I pretended to be Lazaro Morejon and helped you cheat on your mother, shouldn’t I charge some interest for you?”.
“… Me, I didn’t ask you to help me, you were the one who wanted to come and rub it in and you didn’t explain it to my mother!”
Dulcina Calvo was cornered by him until her back collided with Esteban Zaragosa’s bookshelf and breathing, getting closer and closer …
Dulcina Calvo, like a small fan, eyelashes quivering as if nothing, held the coffee cup in her two small hands against the center of the two.
“This, this is my house, you, stay out of it!”
Until, just as Esteban Zaragosa’s thin lips were about to touch her delicate ones, Esteban Zaragosa stopped, reached for the cup of coffee she held in her small hand, hummed softly and let go.
Dulcina Calvo took a deep breath behind her back.
It wasn’t long before Papa Dulcina returned.
I still hadn’t seen anyone when I heard Dulcina’s father ask cheerfully in the lobby, “Has my daughter returned? Where is she?”
Dulcina Calvo came out of the bedroom: “Dad, here he is!”.
“Bao’er, you haven’t been home for over a month, come, let’s see if you’ve lost weight. Why did you lose weight again? Did you lose so much weight because you couldn’t eat the chicken thighs and veal that dad brined for you?”
Dulcina’s father pulled Dulcina Calvo left and right and looked at her with pain.
Dulcina Calvo cupped her small, slightly baby-fat face with both hands and said, “Dad, I’ve put on a few pounds lately.”
“What’s fat, this time Dad is going to brine you some extra chicken thighs and beef to take home.”
Dulcina Calvo’s appetite for marinated chicken thighs and marinated beef was tempting: “Dad, I love you the most”.
Esteban Zaragosa stared at such a touching scene, and felt as if a warm current ran through his heart.
Papa Dulcina soon saw Esteban Zaragosa, “Is this … is it a little late?”
Esteban Zaragosa approached, bowed slightly, extended his hand politely and said, “Hello, Uncle.”
Dulcina’s father shook hands with Esteban Zaragosa and said with a big smile, “Hello, hello, I have often heard about you from our baby, and I am so glad to see you today, you are really a handsome man, our baby has a good eye!”
Dulcina Calvo, her ears slightly red, pulled Dulcina’s father and said, “Dad, Dad, stop, go help Mom in the kitchen!”.
“Hey, hey, that little Chi, make yourself at home, play with Bao’er, I’ll go help in the kitchen.”
Esteban Zaragosa nods slightly.
When Dulcina’s father entered the kitchen, Dulcina Calvo had the courage to hit Esteban Zaragosa’s chest with her clenched fist: “Good job, you’re faking it”.
Esteban Zaragosa took her whole fist in his and his dark eyes looked at her with deep intensity, “Pretend? Sooner or later I’m going to be the master of this house.”
Dulcina Calvo’s brain circuits were disconnected for several seconds.
Sooner or later, you will have to be the master of the house. …? What does it mean?
“I, I can warn you, our family has no money, don’t you dare try to cheat my parents!”
Esteban Zaragosa looked at the unlit girl in front of him and became a little distracted.
But the girl she has taken a liking to has to be patient and develop her sensitivity to this aspect step by step.
It’s just that now she doesn’t see him as a man, in her mind he is always the inviolable mentor, when will this girl see that she is next to a man who is a million times better than Lazaro Morejon and worthy of a lifetime?
A man, who could love and protect her, not a teacher, much less an elder or leader.