My Hottest Man's
Chapters 29. Stuck in Reverse

Just bland and empty. Even a little passion, just extinguish it. Keep the leg continues to stomp on the surface of the road began to blur, he wiped the tears.

Bellova Driely is in love with Lord Raymundo Alvaro. If, no. Why is he so hurt?

Swiping again, Bellova's tears shed as quickly as the rain.

Don't cry, Bellova! You only have yourself as a foothold and strengthen your shoulders to lean on.

In front of the studio. Bellova looks at herself in the studio. A woman dresses modestly, has firm eyelids under charming eyebrows and eyeballs of alluring hazel. Golden hair gradation natural brown, people may judge her beautiful hair obtained through bayalage coloring techniques and her baby face may be injected botox or treatments from a beauty clinic, not. He and Belliza got all these privileges from God. However, the face was languishing, realizing he was in love with a man where he released his pride and the man was about to marry another woman after believing Raymondo Alvaro had a little taste for her.

What do you expect?

Perfect love's?

Don't you realize that the perfect kiss, the whisper, the seduction, the cuddle don't involve emotion? Not to have?

Purely, just a momentary relationship with no future.

Wake up, Bellova! If you fall, everything will be over. Remember Belliza and Cheryl, please, get up and fight! Is there anything more important than your family right now?

Get into the studio. Bellova will defeat herself.

"Miss, a best friend is waiting for you in the upper room."

Charlize greeted him.

"Friend? Me or Belliza?"

"She said she wanted to see Miss Bellova and would wait until you came back."

Bellova gave Charlize some groceries, went upstairs. Entry full of curious.

"Queena?!"

What a pleasant surprise.

"Bellov!" exclaim Queena slowly.

"Queena, I don't believe this."

Bellova came to the woman who seemed to miss her so much, from her stare and a big smile. Bellova held out both hands. They were only together for a short time, why did he seem to know Queena long ago. It was like this woman, someone nearby.

"I miss you, Bellova. God, I'm sorry I'm so late to find you. I don't know where to find you, the man I asked silent a thousand languages." Bellova knew Queena was Raymundo Alvaro.

"Queena, what's going on?"

"You don't know, Bellova?" Queena's eyes glazed over and the woman's care reached her. "Yes, I thought you didn't know" Queena said.

"I accidentally met him at a convenience store and knew that Mr. Raymundo was going to marry one of my customers, Viviane Raquel. The dress I was making," lamented Bellova nodding at the statue where the cloth to be in the pattern was draped there.

"Very dear."

Queena doesn't seem to be completely healed yet. The face is still a bit pale and occasionally caught as if holding back pain. And Queena was clearly denouncing Raymundo Alvaro's marriage.

"Are you still sick?" tanya Bellova was concerned.

"No, Honey. I've been fully healed. Don't worry about me. In fact, I'm worried about you."

"Who are you here with?"

"Axel Anthony, Bellova. Their office is close by."

"Yes, I know."

"You and Lord Raymondo, is it really over? Bellova, you're perfect for her. The man doesn't know what he's doing. Did it really just disperse?"

Bellova couldn't answer. He and Raymundo Alvaro have no bond, nothing, let alone a couple. They only pretend to date even if they don't pretend when they touch. Bellova suspects Raymundo Alvaro's goal of dragging her into the family camp to show Axel Anthony that she has moved on from Queena.

Stretching out her hand, Queena rubbed her arm as she remained silent.

"I'm waiting for him. However, a month without any news, I was really shocked today. Mr. Alvaro is getting married." Bellova let out a long sigh and with each pull, she pulsed with pain. "What's going on, Queena?"

"Two days after your departure, my in-laws contacted us that he would marry Ray and Viviane Anthony. I'm against. But this woman is my in-law. He has arranged everyone according to his will. Axel and I have experienced this. Axel Anthony's sister, Hector, was homeless for seven years because she avoided her mother. And Raymundo was the closest person to even Mother-in-law to Axel Anthony or his other son."

Bellova think about this. Raymundo Alvaro was walking by his mother's side with Lady Gracia. Even Lady Gracia noticed every detail Raymundo made and asked the man's opinion even though it was only about a kilo of fruits.

"I'm against it because I know Ray thinks of you. I may be presumptuous, but I find you sincere with him. Our difficult man will finally start the story with Bellova Damier. It looks unusual when you leave. I know Raymondo Alvaro as well as I know Axel Anthony. Something from you affects him."

"Is that so?"

Sure oes. They shared something very intimate. The hot night is over, but the implied impression is so deep and implied. With so many strong a trace, every close of an eye, Bellova could see Raymundo Alvaro's face as the man surrendered to her. Isn't that a sign?!

"Then how do you know I'm here, Queena?"

"Raymundo said, if you want to see you, I can come here."

"I'm new to Santa Cruz. It's weird that Mr. Alvaro knows I'm here."

Bellova took a deep breath. So, what did Raymundo Alvaro do? Secretly stalking her?

"Raymundo Alvaro is just invisible, Bellova. Actually it happened, he was watching you unnoticed. That's how they work."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, Bellova," nodded Queena. "I'm not kidding. Raymundo, Axel Anthony and Mr. Hellton Pascalito, watch over me and Irishak for seven years without us noticing. They're good at disguising. Do not believe blind beggars, the singing of owls at night is also the sound of dog howling. You're even forbidden to lean on any tree, it could be them."

Charlize bring tea. It was just about to be enjoyed when Charlize again knocked on the door.

"Miss, you're a guest."

"Oh, am I just going?" queena's not feeling well.

"Queena, they're here."

"Who?"

Bellova try not to grimace.

"Mrs Gracia, Viviane and Lord Raymundo Alvaro."

"Miss?" Charlize's waiting.

"Yes, get them in Liz."

Bellova convinced herself that she did not care much, but that she was dying at the sight of Raymond Alvaro.

"Welcome, Madam." Bellova rose up like a good host.

"Queen?!" Madame Gracia Anthony was astonished to find Queena in Bellova's study.

"Mother is here? I visited Bellova." Queena held her hand in her father-in-law's hand, led her to sit on the sofa.

"Bellova must be so special that you ignore your health and come here."

"Yes, we're very close, ma'am. That's why I'm against this ridiculous marriage."

"Queena, I thought we understood each other all this time? Stop saying this is ridiculous!"

"Queena ...," Bellova's grunts sat on the sofa next to Queena, holding Queena's hand, smiling gently. "My relationship with Mr. Alvaro is over. When Mr. Alvaro took me to the airport that morning, it was all done." Bellova didn't see the towering man by Viviane's side. Just believe Queena and herself who continue to evade, as if they do not understand.

"Well, did you hear that?"

"Oh, my God. I don't care what you guys are questioning. I just want my dress to look different and beautiful." Viviane's getting sultry.

"Pardon us" Bellova said. "I made the first look and as a basis use the concept of mermaid, lowback and less sleeves. Look two, I will add a lace skirt to make it look more graceful and pearls belt so that it can highlight your body shape perfectly. Third look I added a ditouchable cardigan with a patterned lace." Bellova showed Viviane the picture.

"intriguing. So, when can I fit?"

"I'll finish it in a few days. We can meet on the weekend."

"alright. And what about this guy?" viviane asked, turning to Raymundo, who was not blinking, looking at Bellova.

"Create something that can remove the cruel aura from his face. Dear God, can you smile a little Raymundo Alvaro?" added Mrs Anthony.

"Madam, I'm not very good at making suits" Bellova said frankly.

"Is it because this suit will be worn by Lord Raymundo Alvaro?" ask Madame Anthony full of probes.

"I'm sorry."

"Do you still like it?"

"Mom, come on Mom!"

"alright. I'm going to make a suit for Mr. Alvaro, too" Bellova nodded, finally not wanting to extend anything, coinciding with the ringing of the phone. Dona called. Ignore. Turn to Kayla. "Please help me, Miss. Get Mr. Alvaro's size."

"Why should your assistant?" ask Mrs Anthony.

"No problem Aunty. My dress was measured by Miss Bellova's assistant." Viviane.

"I have many suits" Raymundo refused.

"No. Come here and don't let me push you, Ray!" madam Anthony looked up at Raymundo Alvaro, speaking firmly. "When you go to the altar, people will judge me and not you."

"Miss, I don't fit in with any of this." Raymundo finally complained.

"Raymundo?!" call Madame Anthony sharp for the man to give up. "Take the size, Miss Bellova. Let's avoid mistakes with your own hands."

Bellova had no choice. Needless to say, he knew Raymundo Alvaro's chest circumference, waist circumference and even the man's hips. When his hand touched Raymond Alvaro in the tent, the man's body gave Bellova all the sizes in detail. Slightly holding his breath, as Raymundo went to him. Stand on the side of his desk.

Bellova's phone kept vibrating.

"Lift your phone! Maybe it's important!" raymundo's suggestion whispered close enough in his ears that he had goosebumps.

"What to?"

"Yes. Also your pants if you want accurate size."

Raymundo smirked a little.

"i'm serious. Avoid mistakes." Bellova added still whispering. "Thank you two hands, please!" pinta Bellova as usual.

Stand facing Raymundo Alvaro, on tiptoes to reach the man's chin and measure the circumference of the chest. Stretch your arms around Raymundo Alvaro's chest, on a large body before pulling the measuring rope. Extremely close to catch a heart beat fast.

"Your money has been transferred" whispered Raymundo Alvaro again more slowly, holding his breath.

"thank you. The money is a lot of excess. So, I thought, you pay for my virginity too."

"I'm not buying. You sold it to me."

"Nonsense," said Bellova cynically.

His phone is shaking again.

"Thank you for your phone, Bellova! It seems urgent." Queena reminded.

"Kayla, accompany our guest." Bellova backed off and grabbed the phone. Checking messages. Let Kayla take over.

"Mother, this is overkill. Axel Anthony and Raymundo will find the right person to make a suit, not here" Queena protested.

"When exactly, Queen? If I don't insist, no one takes the initiative."

"My mom is very creative. I love you, Mrs Gracia Anthony." Queena looked desperate and looked at Raymundo wanting to vent his annoyance.

"Come Queen and give me a hug. I know you're upset. But, look at Raymondo Alvaro. Are we going to let him marry a girl from another clan and leave the house? I can't lose Raymondo. After all, Viviane suits him despite the many minuses."

"Thank you, Aunty. We will understand each other" said Viviane folding both hands and leaning on the sofa.

"Oh my God, find a soul mate for Chocolate, Mother."

Chocolate is a Persian cat in the residence of Anthony. Bellova stepped out leaving the conversation behind her. It's not unusual for Dona to keep calling.

Climb the stairs on the side of the study room to the upper room, to the room prepared for him. The smell of paint dipped into his nose. Bellova opened the window.

"Dona?! I'm with a guest. What was? Did something happen to Belliza?"

"Yes, I want to tell you something important. But promise to keep quiet until things get better."

"Tell me! What's up?"

"Belliza's in therapy right now."

"Whatchu mean? Is Belliza awake?" bellova asked stick a forehead on the wall.

"Yes, since a month ago. But Belliza asked me to keep it a secret from you. I can't right now, we need money for therapy."

"I'll come, Dona."

"No. Don't." Don't."

"Why? I miss Belliza, Dona." Bellova was involuntarily crying. "Will Belliza I wait for him. I'll be there to support him."

"Belliza doesn't want you to be sad. Promise me you'll pretend you don't know Belliza's true condition when you visit."

Bellova did not say, but she was happy and sad together. Imagine her sister will be therapy alone, Belliza also had to live life in a wheelchair for a while. Cheryl's out of nowhere and Helena's pregnant.

"alright. I'll send you the money. Do your best, Dona."

"Also, Mr. Vargas left his cell phone number and address."

"Tell me. I'll see him, Dona."

"Luxury Bar, Bellova."

"Luxury Bars? That place isn't far from here."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Did you tell Mr Vargas that I wanted to see him?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"All right."

Bellova looked out the window. There is nothing but a roof, red brick and overcast sky. He must go to Sao Vicente as soon as possible and bring Cheryl. Turn around but be very surprised to find Raymundo Alvaro behind him. Tilt the neck observe itself.

"I hate that expression!" bellova really hated.

"Or you love her." Not a question sentence.

"Why come here? Your lover may be looking for."

Raymundo.

"Why crying?" Raymundo was about to touch Bellova. Repelled away!

"Did my cry strike your ear drum, sir?"

"Not really."

"I like to cry just as much as you don't like to smile."

"We want to say goodbye." Change the conversation at lightning speed.

"I'll send you your suit. No need to come and stop by!"

"All right."

Nodding.

"Are you in love with me, Bellova?" Raymundo Alvaro suddenly asked.

Bellova stared, looking at Raymundo Alvaro.

"No." Followed trunks.

"This? What?!"

Lifting paper in hand. Bellova could only resign, restraining the emotions in the chest. Not careful when leaving a drawing paper containing the face of Raymundo Alvaro on his desk.

"I painted the face of a man I had one night in a tent and it wasn't you."

"I warned you, don't get swept away and drown in me! I'm hard at loving someone."

"You just never try" Bellova said. We could try. I'll love you if you'll let me.

"I tried, but like you said, I'm not fit to be someone's lover."

"Then, why marry Viviane?"

"We don't care about each other, it benefits both sides."

"alright. Take care of yourself."

Raymundo grabbed Bellova's hand and put a sketch of her face in Bellova's hand. Their eyes meet. Bellova was confused when Raymundo Alvaro wiped her tears.

"May your marriage be good." Bellova added.

"Sounds insincere."

Raymundo Alvaro spread his fingers, removing Bellova's hair before gently gripping Bellova's neck. His thumb rubbed the jawbone. Also Bellova's lip.

"Not from the heart" he added.

"You want to hear a prayer from my heart? Huh?" bellova asked full of reproach. Look up bravely cause the tops of the nose to meet. Raymundo's eyes watched his eyes, down. Lips meet but not for kissing.

"May your wedding be attended by hundreds of tornadoes, *****pig, hurricanes, hot clouds and conspiracies. May the earth shake, the volcano reverse and your bride be lost that day." Bellova changed her prayer quickly in one breath. Eyes shiny.

Raymundo grabbed Bellova's waist, until their bodies clung to each other.

"Basically your heart is scary, Bellova. Is this a curse of a broken heart?"

"I will also marry a relative of ours. So, no heartbreak."

"Congratulations to you. Need a prayer from me?" Raymundo's embrace is getting stronger. Bellova needs to hold the man's suit.

"No. No need." Bellova would give up as Raymundo's forehead stuck to her forehead and the man spoke above her lips.

"We need to bless each other."

"Just give your blessings to others" Bellova refused.

"May the uninvited guest make a scene on your wedding day and shoot your man dead that day, Bellova. Equivalent enough, right?"

"What do you want?" bellova asked irritatedly. Raymundo Alvaro down the jaw goes to his ear. Whispering very slowly but clearly.

"I'm confused, what do I want. I suffer ..., and I don't like you being happy."

Bellova wanted to curse, but Raymundo Alvaro let go of his embrace and went from there with long strides.

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