My Hottest Man's
Chapters 34. Everlasting Ego

Convince yourself, Raymundo Alvaro is nothing. However, when the man left Bellova crumbled dimly. Not wanting to care about Raymond Alvaro, but when the man did not turn away, Bellova was devastated. Not wanting Raymundo to affect him, but Raymundo's deadly kiss that burned the skin last night to keep him shivering.

At 10 a.m., the studio was quiet.

Bellova grabs Kayla's cell phone and Charlize, both of whom are inactive.

"Is it a national holiday?"

Check the date and then switch to group message.

💌 : Miss, thank you for this fun holiday. (Charl)

"What's this?" hiss Bellova.

💌 : We're on our way to Peniche. It'll be another half hour. (Kay)

💌 : We will charge energy for overtime 24 hours tomorrow. Welove you. You are the most incredible boss. (Charl)

"What?!" Bellova glares at mobile phone. "What's going on? Why are we in Peniche having so much work?"

Scroll the message and find the previous message from five in the morning.

💌 : Today is off! Have fun! 🥱🥱🥱

"Did I type a group message like this?"

Try remembering. Reprehend.

"I'm too drunk and I don't remember anything."

Try recalling. Shit, what Bellova remembers is just an overnight kiss and something that hooked her to Raymundo Alvaro.

Bellova. "No, I didn't type this message."

Arrghgh. It must be Raymundo Alvaro.

"Fuck man, I hate you! Hates you so much!" rutuk Bellova wrathfully reads riled messages. Typing up quickly.

💌 : What are you doing? Come back and get to work! We have fittings tomorrow.

Typing again quickly.

💌 : If I send an unreasonable message, you both just need to ignore it. Understood it? Hurry back!

There's no reply. Bellova paced the workspace and decided to close the studio. He can't possibly serve other customers while he has to finish work on Viviane's dress.

Working all day, assembling buttons at the final stage of the dress, checking in detail and agreeing that the dress he made was characterised by Viviane's slim body and beauty. Pandangi dress, plan to add a little ornament.

Check the dress tail. Raymundo Alvaro will be holding Viviane and the little angels will stand behind them to hold the tail of the dress. Could Nina? Bellova involuntarily smiled poignantly, Nina would probably ruin the event if added Juan Enriques. One look, Bellova knows, Nina Anthony likes nosy.

It can be ascertained Viviane wedding without a wedding dance because the length of the tail of the dress is 1.5 meters. Raymundo could not dance and turn Viviane in the air or the man would be wrapped around the tail of the dress.

"I give you a life, please just choke Raymundo Alvaro's neck and make him stop breathing." Bellova twirled the fingers over the tail of the dress. Feeling crazy afterwards.

Lunch he went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, rows of milk lined up. The image of the striped cow on the milk box packaging turns into the chest of the field Raymundo Alvaro and the two legs of the cow turn into two arms of Raymundo. Bellova closed the door of the refrigerator rudely. Damn it, that guy has possessed her.

Sit at the table. The former breakfast was still there, but the warm people would never belong to Bellova except Queena. Bellova believes Queena has a half angel heart. The man sitting stiffly in front of him this morning was the most beautiful wound.

Strengthen yourself, however.

He couldn't remove Raymundo Alvaro as quickly as washing stains on a dress.

Don't try too hard, Bellova!

Just have him in your heart and make things better. Don't waste your time thinking about it. Let the man be the past. Close the door now.

Bellova drank milk while filling her stomach with a four-layer bread crumbs, munching hurriedly she returned to work until the afternoon. He was very optimistic that he would forget the man who left him this morning slowly.

***

On the other side of the city, Raymundo Alvaro stood on the side of Axel Anthony who was sculpting to enjoy the backyard air.

"I'm sorry! I'm wobbly."

"Bellova looks like Queena and isn't afraid of anything like Irishak."

"No. Bellova's so sloppy."

"I push you to avenge my heartache. I shouldn't have done it."

"Queena is your world but I love her." Raymundo Alvaro sighed. Nothing changed, he loved Queena very much. "I'll fix it."

"Let's end this matter, don't kill Oskan Devano. Find a way to get that guy to go to jail."

"alright. What about Queena?" ask Raymundo.

"I have no idea. Very sensitive." Observe Raymundo. "Obati face!"

Riot from within. Axel Anthony viz***.

"From Warren Anthony's 14 grandchildren is just my grandfather's beloved Viviane Anthony. But, look at her behavior!"

Probably because Viviane's one-on-one granddaughter is blond and blue-eyed like Anthony's ancestor. Warren Anthony always wanted to be with Viviane wherever he went and was very idolatrous Viviane. Everyone expected Warren's treasure to fall on Viviane. However, Viviane got out of control. Endless parties, troubled by drunk driving and repeatedly arrested by police officers. Last time, a scandalous video with one of the tycoon's sons leaked to social media. Vivian lost millions of Euros because Warren Anthony chose to bequeath all his wealth to the Charity Foundation.

Viviane's only hope is the legacy of Jeff Anthony, Grace Anthony's oldest brother.

"Mr Raymundo, the Madam is looking for you." The housekeeper was struggling to get to him.

"It's gonna be hard for you, Raymundo."

They went inside. Vomiting sound Viviane.

"Stop making Viviane scandal! Oh, my God." Gracia Anthony had been nagging all morning while massaging Viviane's back. Gracia Anthony loves perfection, Viviane is despicable to him, but blood always manages to beat the ego.

"Mrs, you called me?"

Gracia Anthony raised his face, look at the scarred Raymundo, Gracia Anthony's forehead folded perfectly.

"What happened to you?"

"Chocolate scratched his face!" axel Anthony.

"Chocolate doesn't have nails that sharp!" Very critical.

"His nails are growing fast, ma'am. Try to check on me" replied Axel Anthony.

"Viviane's cage in her room. Don't let him go without my permission."

"Aunty?!" viviane Protest.

"Viviane there's a fitting dress tomorrow, ma'am." Raymundo.

"Viviane was with you last night, then where did you go until this stupid girl came back alone?"

"Ray has a little business" Axel Anthony said quickly while Raymundo Alvaro's face turned stiff.

Last night?!

Raymundo with Bellova. The man's body suddenly warmed. He kept recalling the head of the trousers Bellova sliced and the plain body that swerved over her body. Let it all go!

Well, where are those pants now? Also shirts?

"Listen Raymondo, stop seeing your ex because you're getting married!" Gracia Anthony gave a stern warning.

"Raymundo left because the groom's suit was made by his ex-girlfriend according to Mother's will. Why is it a problem now?"

"Is Raymond Alvaro mute until you become his spokesman .., Axel Anthony?"

"Stop suing Raymundo this and that, Mom. Viviane types acute. It's still lucky Ray wants to marry her." Axel Anthony said.

"Why don't you take care of your wife, Axel? Queena has been cooking over 15 menus since morning with jumbo portions as if we were going to have a big banquet."

Axel Anthony is stunned. The reason he smelled the spice all day. Rush to the kitchen. Queena has a strange habit lately. It was so like the smell of onions even their bedroom scented with onions that Axel Anthony felt he slept in the restaurant kitchen.

"I have to go, Madam!" pamit Raymond's.

"Where?"

"There's a city park project in the works, I need to go to the site for inspection."

"Queena, come! Stop sauteing, my God. Did I turn insane? Or am I turning normal and the house people turning insane?" Accidentally force a punch on Viviane's back.

"Aunty, this hurts!" viviane's squeals began to spit out the wind.

"I'll use the egg shaker next time, Viviane. Do you want all the drinks at the bar to move into your stomach? Not satisfied with your scandal problem yet?"

"Aunty, it's been passed."

"Of course, but when your name is typed in the search engine then only your scandal is discussed thankfully your face is censored."

This month Anthony's mansion turned crowded when there was no Hector Anthony, a family delinquent. Hector chooses nomads avoid Gracia Anthony who sometimes bars when everyone is matchmaking.

"What's the matter, Mom? I still cook." Queena appeared in the living room, her husband trailing from behind as if he had no other job.

"Darling, who can eat that much? Stop cooking and treat this guy!"

Nod Lady Gracia to Raymundo.

"The wound will heal itself, ma'am."

"Queen's right, Madam. I have to go."

"Eh, aren't you having lunch?" ask Queena. "I cooked a lot of high-protein menus for you and Axel Anthony so that the quality of the Cerebrum you two get healthier and smarter."

"Cerebrums?" Gracia Anthony shriveled. Queena's getting weirder and weirder.

"This cerebrum .., the part of the brain that distinguishes humans from animals. So, this part of the brain is in charge of regulating human thinking, awareness and planning. A man who likes to be violent and pull the trigger sometimes his brain is stuck. Need nutritional intake."

Axel Anthony and Raymundo looked at each other. Queena was insinuating them. Gracia Anthony is massaging her forehead. Dizzy at everyone's behavior.

"Can I just bring the food?"

"Wait a minute."

Raymundo then left the house with boxes of food in the car. Go to BM's hideout.

"Where is the specimen?" Raymundo Alvaro sits in a stuffy room. The only illumination was only the blue rays from the series of screens of various sizes.

"Office! Should I send the contents of the tape to his company?"

"No, I'll go there. Eat up!"

"Unbelievably, this food is smelled from 100 miles away."

"I'm leaving!"

Raymundo Alvaro launches into Greg Luigi's office. Get into the office. Meet the company officials. Provide CCTV footage from the restaurant.

"Greg is one of the active and highly accomplished workers." The company's director refused to believe it.

"We'll do an investigation."

Raymundo became angry.

"Well, I'll send this to the authorities and let them come here for investigation."

Raymundo took the cell phone. The Company Director became anxious and anxious.

"alright. We're gonna fire him!"

Raymundo exits Greg Luigi's office, driving on crowded streets away to a region.

"I'm here, BM."

"Flat. 25."

"Camera monitor?"

"It's an ordinary colony. Good news for you, Romeo, this species has been laid off without a severance?"

"I am very vengeful. He injected Blue H into Twin B."

"Not good, his efforts are enjoyed by Romeo."

"Open your lunch and chew, BM. There's a lot of protein to support your thinking ability."

"Great." BM laughter broke. "Since seeing Bellova at the airport and kissing you, my prophecy was correct. One day you will go to nirvana and play in the clouds with it. Be careful you might get addicted to Twin B."

"Your mouth is hot too!"

Apartment building and looking for flat no.25. Go inside using the mock key. Get around. Check out Greg Luigi's apartment.

"This man is a maniac."

"Similarly but different with you, Sir," BM said.

"I don't have any underwear pink and blue feminine collections in my room. I just went to bed with one woman."

"Rare men of the century!"

Bellova's picture is on one of the walls. Tilt head. Hot, Greg has a pretty picture of Bellova. Raymundo Alvaro's heart was wrathful, dislodged the photo and kept it behind his jacket pocket.

"Yes, you're just fondness for Twin B."

"Shut up! He's coming."

Greg Luigi got into the flat. Received calls.

"Yes, Mr. Paul. We were dinner together last night. Miss Bellova was very kind and polite. I like it so much."

"Yes yes, Bellova was like that. Very sweet and she's very independent."

"You can speed up our marriage. My family's coming to propose tomorrow or the day after."

"Is that so?"

"We don't need to tell Bellova, Mr. Paul. I'll take her home and make her a wonderful surprise. Bellova deserves good things."

Raymundo scratched the tip of his nose. He just saw a crocodile.

"Is that so? Bellova should at least have some preparation."

"no need. I'll do everything that's needed. Just wait for us."

"All right."

Greg Luigi made another call, apparently to Bellova. Unanswered. This shameless man, tried again and cursed when his call was rejected. Probably blocked Bellova. The man threw his cell phone on the couch.

Raymundo. Then ....

"Hello Greg" said Raymundo from behind.

Greg Luigi turned around to find Raymundo Alvaro watching him.

"You?!"

"Shocked?"

"How can you?"

Raymundo twinkled his shoulders.

"Who are you really?" ask Greg again.

"important?"

"Bellova and I are getting married. You seem to be crazy about Bellova!"

"What is so clearly visible?"

"Bellova and I are getting married."

"There is no marriage. Bellova's groom will be shot to death that day."

"Who are you?"

Raymundo Alvaro answers Greg by swinging a hard fist at Greg's face. One twice as if Greg was a boxing pillow. Greg's down. Raymundo forced the man to get up, beating his chest, ribs and jaw.

"Stay away from Bellova!"

Grab Greg's back and use his elbow to hit the man's nape. Greg got up, his nose was bleeding.

"Do you think you can sleep with a woman after mixing her drink with something?"

Raymundo Alvaro is upset with every memory of the incident, even though Bellova ended up sweating with him in the woman's bed, still unable to treat Greg's actions that hurt his ego.

Raymundo Alvaro kicks a dying man and drags him out of the flat.

***

Day starts afternoon.

One call from Greg Luigi, not served. Bellova blocked the man's number. Bellova's gonna call her dad and tell him how fucking Greg Luigi is. Oh, for God's sake, Bellova doesn't want to continue meeting that perverted guy.

The sound of a car bell from the road, first slowly and then changed impatiently. It was from the front of the studio.

"Oh my God, what else is it? Was there an accident?"

Bellova was curious, down the stairs. Raymundo Alvaro's car parked on the street.

"What do you want this guy from me?" Bellova is quickly depressed. "Lord, save me! How can I forget this jerk if I keep getting stuck on him."

The car door opens, Raymundo Alvaro gets down from there wearing dark glasses, a black jacket and jeans, going to the back of the car. Opening the hood and lifting someone out of the trunk.

Greg Luigi's. Bellova held her breath. Losing a word, just stunned at everything that was happening before his eyes.

The baggage door slammed until it rang loudly. Raymundo Alvaro dragged Greg Luigi who seemed to have been beaten from the bruised and battered face of the man.

No one knows what was highlighted from the face behind the sunglasses, but Bellova had been stuck to the shop glass by the stuffy. Retreat slowly when Raymundo Alvaro comes to the store with Greg Luigi like a dead doll.

Studio door knocked. Bellova pegged in the middle of the room. Raymundo Alvaro nodded towards the door.

"Open!" the man's orders from outside.

Out of control, Bellova opened the door. Raymundo Alvaro is his biggest weakness right now. Seeing Raymundo Alvaro, Bellova seemed to have hope, she wanted to scream, "Let's by my side. I will give myself and my love for you". Then, he suffered on his own when the man left.

Raymundo Alvaro throws Greg Luigi in front of him and the man falls right at his feet.

"Bellova, forgive me. I'm sorry!" Greg coughing. "Bellova, I'm sorry."

Bellova was too shocked to answer. Just stunned.

"Don't let this Master ruin my life, Bellova."

"A ... pa yes .. ng happened?"

Bellova raised her face, Raymundo Alvaro cleaned the jacket. Penetrating through the glasses, Bellova knew the man was looking at her.

"Please go, Greg!"

"I'm sorry!" Greg stood staggering, stepped out of the studio, went to the side of the road, stopped the taxi and left.

Bellova and Raymundo Alvaro were separated by two fathoms.

"Just admit that to see me you created a thousand excuses" Bellova recalls.

"I just found the necessary excuse! No more, Bellova!"

"Without you realizing it, you provoked me and tied me to you."

"Don't you want a rude, cruel, selfish man like me?"

"People change except you."

"Please let me have a machine."

"Machines don't care about anyone else. Whose dignity are you guarding? Me? Wh-wh-what for? What responsibility is on your shoulders? You like me and keep denying it."

"Bellova, don't overdo it!"

"Then why do you look at yourself? You promised me you wouldn't see me again this morning!"

"I have a reason."

Raymundo Alvaro turned towards the door. Bellova stepped quickly to hold the door before Raymundo reached for the door hook.

"Don't go, I beg you!" Bellova actually said those words. Crying without being aware. He wanted to run at the sturdy man with the most stubborn denial Bellova had ever seen.

There's no response. They just stare. Raymundo approached Bellova, wiping Bellova's cheeks from falling tears. Go to the lips smooth stroking.

"Greg is planning to take you to the wedding without your knowledge. The reason I came."

"I don't care what your reason is. Don't leave! I'll never be the same again if you come back later!"

Silent.

"Will we go backstreet?"

Logical questions to wake Bellova up. Raymundo Alvaro Lifting Bellova's chin up against her, Bellova's eyelid squid.

"As far as the sand goes into the middle of the ocean, it will return to the shores. If I'm your destiny, I'll come back to you, Bellova."

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Hopefully you still like to read each chapter and do not get tired of giving opinions. See you in the next chapter.

It's hard to write because Monday I have a wedding and two days I'm busy beading (pair pearls to the dress) for the final fitting on Saturday.