Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

Neto thought Lucila had gone to bed.

He went back to his room, closed the door softly and entered with lighter steps, only to see Lucila playing with her mobile phone.

He raised an eyebrow and reached over, snatching the phone from her hand.

“You’re not sleepy? You’re still not asleep?”

“Hey!”

Lucila was reading an amusing tweet when Neto coldly pushed her away from the phone and turned around and sat down.

“Give me your phone, I’ll finish reading it first!”

He was sleepy, which told him not to come back, so he picked up his phone and wandered around looking at this and that, getting more and more refreshed.

“Sleep.” Neto looked at her, casually tossed his phone aside and also undressed and lay down on top of her.

Lucila bristled and turned her back to him, pulling the covers over her head, looking very childish, not at all perturbed by the capture of the kidnappers.

Neto reached out and clasped her hand in his arms, his lips softly resting on her ear: “Turn around and look at me.

“What do you look at when you’re asleep? It’s not that you haven’t seen it before”.

Neto added: “Then turn around and let me look at you”.

The voice was soft.

Lucila still turned slowly and reached over to hug him too, closing her eyes to watch the dream begin to brew.

Neto stood up and pushed the hair that had fallen over her face back behind her ears, hugged her a little tighter and asked, “Are you afraid?”Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Lucila’s sleep came quickly and her voice was already a little slurred: “A little”.

Neto kept silent and kissed her from the forehead down: “Not any more”.

Silence answers him.

When he looks down, he realises that Lucila is asleep.

He watches her for a long time before falling asleep with her.

…

Lucila slept until midnight.

He didn’t know what time it was, the room was dark, and when he felt around, he couldn’t find anyone around him either.

“Neto?” he sat up and switched on the bedside lamp, the dim light came on and cleared his vision a little.

The tall figure approached from a distance and only when he was almost beside the bed did Neto say: “Wake up?

Lucila was surprised: “Why didn’t you turn on the light? What time is it?”

“It’s almost one in the morning.” Neto sat on the edge of the bed.

He had put on his home clothes and smelled of shower gel.

“You must be hungry, I’ll go down and get you something to eat.”

“No, I’m going downstairs to eat.” Lucila lifted the sheets and was about to get out of bed, unable to resist spitting out one more sentence: “It’s not like you’re on your monthly cycle”.

Neto hooks his lips and smiles in a way that Lucila doesn’t notice.

It was late at night, the rest of the Pastrano family had gone to sleep and the house was silent.

The two went to the kitchen, where Aeneas had left them a pile of food, all large fish and meat.

Lucila smiled: “Aeneas is very kind”.

“I’ll heat it up, you go out and wait.” Neto picked up the food and put it in the microwave, throwing Lucila out.

Naturally, Lucila went out obediently.

After dinner, it was almost two o’clock.

Lucila went upstairs, satisfied, and returned to her room, but she couldn’t sleep.

Neto turned off the light and took her in his arms: “Sleep, tomorrow we’ll find Severo and the others”.

“I’m a little sleepy.” Lucila curled up in the sheets, she really wasn’t sleepy anymore.

Neto’s voice had a strange appeal in the darkness of the room.

“So let’s do something else.

“What?” finished Lucila before she could react to what Neto’s words meant.

I am …”

This woman!

Neto had only threatened her with what had happened and wanted her to take it easy, not to do anything.

But instead of accepting his kindness, she provoked him.

Before he could finish his sentence, Neto had already rolled onto his back and was raining kisses on him.

To be honest, Lucila regretted it, she shouldn’t have provoked Neto.

By the time she finished, Lucila was almost dizzy.

Lucila growled unhappily, “Let go of me”.

Instead, Neto hugged her tighter.

He kissed Lucila and said, “Why don’t you give me a child? A child as beautiful as Alonzo, of either sex.

Lucila’s heart skipped a beat; it was the first time Neto had spoken of children.

Although they had obtained a marriage licence and were legally married.

But she had been feeling a bit surreal for a long time, always feeling light and airy, as if she was dreaming.

Seeing the delay in Lucila’s response, Neto’s mood dropped a little: “If you don’t want to have a baby now …”.

Before he could finish the sentence, he heard Lucila reply, “Good.

“Really?” Neto couldn’t hide the joy in his voice as he gave Lucila a strong push on the lips and said, “Then we’ll try harder.”

“…” No need to try harder, let’s get some sleep!

…

The following day.

Lucila and Neto went to the hotel to meet the Allyce family.

When they entered the hotel room, they saw Alonzo and Severo, sitting opposite each other, you looking at me, me looking at you, neither of them moving for a moment, as if there was a murderous aura in their gaze.

Lucila asked Allyce quietly: “What’s wrong with them?

Allyce felt a little helpless when she thought about it.

He said without saying a good word: “They just had an argument about brushing my teeth and squeezed my toothpaste in the morning, they both ended up squeezing it myself and they did this, they’ve been sitting like this for over ten minutes …”.

Lucila: “…”

I couldn’t think of a thirty-year-old man and a three-year-old boy arguing over something as trivial as squeezing toothpaste.