My Hottest Man's
Chaptre 48. The Deepest Inquisition

"Why turn off the heating system in my bedroom?"

Raymundo waits for the package on the terrace and speaks through earphones with BM.

"You need to solve this case yourself, sir."

"Look, don't joke. Princess Bellova was with us and I avoided cold little children under my watch."

"You're complaining like Lisbon's weather is really, really bad bothering you, Romeo? After all, children have temperatures five degrees higher than adults. God takes care of them. Your job, cover Princess Juliet with affection and love. It's more powerful than a sophisticated heating system."

"Are you electrocuted by high voltage currents? Lately your mouth has been curly."

"I'm just mad at you, Romeo. Dear God, women are tissue-thin skinned creatures and need warmth, sir. You're not really tempted by Juliet?"

"Stop the bullshit, B."

"I can't get the heating system back in your bedroom. I set it to automatic mode."

"What do you mean?"

"When there is heat activity, the heating system will return to normal by itself."

"Well I'll sit up 2000 times tomorrow morning in the bedroom."

BM chuckled at the end there. As if you want to get stuck, that's not what it means. But Romeo sounded really upset.

"Your package arrived safely. Have a nice night, Romeo."

"Yes, BM. I hope you don't watch my bedroom all day."

"You just hurt my heart with a bad prejudice."

A man is welcome when the phone call ends. Raymundo Alvaro receives packages in small sizes.

"Thank you."

Step into the bedroom after going to the workspace and check the contents of the package.

On the bed, two figures lay down. Bellova Driely Damier, and in Bellova's arms, mini Bellova sleeps soundly. Mother is the most comfortable place in the world, the picture is amazingly perfect.

Bellova Mini?

Yep.

Bellova in childhood, a precise illustration of Cheryl's characteristics. The beauty is hereditary, distinctive and very detailed, at the same time, reflect the fragility.

Very cute.

"The cute?"

Raymundo Alvaro. Where does a man like himself use sentiment words like, "cute?".

Raymundo folded his hands, leaning against the glass door to the courtyard. He stood there unconsciously for nearly ten minutes. I can't believe a time like this is coming in his life.

Bellova is restless in her sleep and awoken by something, she immediately checks on Cheryl. Smacked Cheryl's forehead and raised her head. Slowly turned around and was surprised to find Raymundo Alvaro watching them.

"Are you not sleepy?" ask Bellova quietly. "Is the place too narrow?" Bellova watch the bed. "Aren't you sleepy?" ask again.

Bellova got up from the bed, sitting on the edge of things.

"Are we just moving to the guest room?"

"Sleep. This bed is too big for the three of us. Cheryl might not be comfortable with me. I'll sleep on the couch."

Raymundo went to the sofa, set a pillow and lay there. Quite a long moment of silence while fine specks fell from the sky. Some of those who are more powerful peck the window glass. Bellova can't close her eyes. Glanced at the man on the sofa who was sleeping as if it was not cold.

Bellova got up from the bed, went to the exit to the park and closed the door and put the curtains together.

Back at Cheryl, be distracted by the sound of a smooth breath from the sofa. Get him a blanket, he walks over to the couch, staking out and believing Raymundo Alvaro has fallen asleep.

"Are you not cold?" bellova asked hesitantly and asked only to make sure the man had slept.

There's no answer.

Is the heating system broken? The temperature at night becomes too cold and gets colder from day to day. Bellova did not dare to ask. He was just a good guest.

This bedroom must have a heating system because Queena told Bellova that Raymundo Alvaro was cold allergic. However, Bellova had no idea how the system worked or where exactly to activate it.

There's no sign of Raymundo still rumbling. Bellova approached, spread out a blanket and cover Raymundo's body. Standing not far away. Darkness absorbs the brutal positive energy until the man's face always looks flat. When smiling thinly only a cruel grin reflected. And now when sleeping soundly, the veils of a very unfriendly face are so firm, as if always cautious and suspicious. Bellova unconsciously shuddered.

How he ended up with Raymundo Alvaro. Recalling a strange romance and bar-bars, Bellova still could not believe that she fell in love with Raymundo Alvaro and at one time she was desperate to be part of Raymundo Alvaro.

Although now a little faded, Bellova once wanted to reach out to Raymundo Alvaro because they had something special after sharing.

Unknowingly the fingers floated above Raymundo's forehead. Where do scars come from? Does this guy use his forehead to smash the mirror when he's upset? Observe closely, there is some sadness clearly visible, unspoken, especially not want to be shown to others.

What about Helena? Does Raymundo still hold a taste in the deepest trough of hearts just for Queena and Bellova have been the most ideal escape place?

Raymundo Alvaro is still always found staring at Queena with affection and adoration. It's not hard to see. Bellova thought grimly because Queena had an indisputable angelic aura.

Bellova pulled a hand about to leave from there. Suddenly the waist was held until Bellova fell on Raymundo's body. Bellova's legs were soon trapped on Raymundo's legs.

"Ka ... mu be ... lum sleep?" Bellova stammered trying to escape, but her large arms had imprisoned her body.

"Not yet."

"What have you been doing since?" ask Bellova.

"Keep in case."

"Keep in case?"

"Someone in this room could want to kill me for being unfair."

"You're a big, clawed, fanged bear from the Russian jungle and someone else in this room is just a salmon jumping in despair."

"Surprise?"

"alright. Good evening. Oh, I'm so sleepy." Pretending to yawn, don't want Raymundo's ladeni.

"I need to tell you something."

"I'm listening" Bellova said, trying to calm down.

Bellova's heart beats above the man's heart and is unlucky for being attached to each other. Cracking in rhythm, exhaling for thousands of butterflies began to flap on his stomach.

Raymundo Alvaro observes Bellova without blinking with a very focused gaze, which can make Bellova's heart have two wings and dance in circles in the clouds. Bellova. Trying hard is not provoked. Raymundo Alvaro was good at throwing bait, when the man rolled the fishing line, the result was not something Bellova could have guessed.

"After marriage, we will return to Lajes." Raymundo Alvaro shifted his body slightly to align with Bellova's body. Adding pillows.

"All right."

"You can't be a designer."

Raymundo Alvaro unites Bellova's hair that is scattered, making the knot bent. No hair braces. Bellova felt bad by a swipe of sambar - a swipe in a vein. Moreover, his palm did not know where to dock. Clumsyly clinging to the chest of Raymundo.

"All right."

"Can't work anything."

"Alright," Bellova nodded only repeating the answer. The point is not to create confrontation.

"That means, you have to stop being a teacher and ..."

"No, no, I want to continue teaching," Bellova cut quickly as she shook her head violently. It stopped parroting.

"I make the rules."

"It's limping, Mr. Rule Maker."

"I forced."

"I love children and the world of education. So a teacher's mother is a call of the soul, Mr. Forcing."

"So Housewives also call the soul. Serving your family is the most sacred calling of the soul."

Bellova's lips wrestle. "I can do both. So teacher and be your wife, sir. I can compromise to stop being a designer, stop this and that, you have a lot of money I'm sure my life will be a treasure. I can't stop being a teacher."

Bellova stared directly at the pupils of Raymundo Alvaro's eyes. A great clash occurred between them. Bellova rediscovered her unwilling self, but was very careful and meticulous about acting because Raymundo Alvaro was unpredictable.

"Stay in my house and do your duty, Bellova!"

"It's hostage-taking, oppression and colonization."

"Bellova, you're my prisoner."

"It's too extreme."

Arguing as close and as intimate as that is happening, inevitably make Bellova give all the power so as not to be caught up in the chaos. Otherwise, he would be finished by this man.

"I have the right to be a human being."

Thin grinning accept Bellova protest.

"Good job's. How many times have you made a deal with me? How many times do you want to cross and change the agreement? How many times have you denied?"

Raymundo Alvaro's right hand stroked his nape.

This is Bellova's emergency department. Raymundo went to the jaw, gently rubbed Bellova and deliberately burned Bellova's skin.

"Listen, Sir! I'm silent, it doesn't mean I lose. We need to get things straight." Breathe in. Surviving the no bite bait from Raymundo Alvaro's hook eye turned out to be very difficult. "You and your sister aren't the only victims. Conjunction of causality, a cause forming an effect. Your sister started everything with me and my brother."

Raymundo only kept an eye on Bellova, as Bellova spoke fiery to him. Also how Bellova avoids herself from touching.

"Helena seduces Oskan and begins to make the man bewitched. Helena should have put herself in because Oskan wasn't a single man. How can, Helena accidentally entered the household life of other women and destroy their lives. There's someone who's suffered the most here, Cheryl."

"Is that so? You know Oskan well, don't you?" Raymundo was found to dislike Bellova's perspective, tend to blame Helena rather than Oskan Devano who is clearly a jerk.

"The reality is like that. A good woman won't want to be tempted by someone else."

"So you deserve to hurt Helena?"

"I didn't hurt her" Bellova replied sharply.

"Then, who?!"

Raymundo Alvaro is also good at assembling traps.

"I didn't hurt Helena, just defended myself." Bellova's straight look.

"I'm tired of your bullshit, Bellova."

Cheryl moved and coughed small.

"Mommy?!" call Cheryl slowly.

Bellova let go.

"Please, sleep with us. You can get very cold on the couch. Besides, Cheryl needs a seat. Can you turn on the heating system?"

"No way" said Raymundo, let Bellova return to bed.

BM damaged the heating system so that he and Bellova found a way to drive away the cold.

It should not involve BM when designing his bedroom and the whole house. Renovations four years ago changed the concept of the mansion. Modern and sophisticated. Some sides of the room in Anthony's mansion will be transformed when capturing vibrations such as from earthquakes or bombs. The floor under Raymundo Alvaro's bed will split and sink the bed with its occupants and form an underground protection banker. So did the other sleeping rooms within this mansion.

Why so?

Black Master devised a high-level protection system in view of their years of activity, constantly in conflict with several gangster heads and dark networks. In order to keep Queena and Nina safe and away from the hunt, she and Axel Anthony continue to deal with people they cannot underestimate or make fun of.

BM knows the ins and outs of his bedroom even Raymundo sure if he wants to make love with his wife he needs to activate the banker protection mode and go underground.

"Are you going to stay there until your allergies recur?" tegur Bellova from bed. Bellova returned to her original position, facing the slumbering Cheryl. She takes Cheryl's hair and adores Cheryl's deep face. Wondering what her little girl dreamed of?

Bellova then gave Cheryl a warm pat. The little girl searched around and found Bellova's neck, writhing there.

"Mommy?!"

"Mommy's here, honey."

"Uh."

"What's the breakfast menu for tomorrow?"

"Uncle Cio makes me a sandwich a lot."

"Uhhh must be delicious."

"Yes," Cheryl replied with a wide yawn.

"Then Daddy?"

"Daddy made us toast and apple porridge."

"We?"

"Me and Helena."

"All right."

"I want Mommy and Daddy. But Daddy wants me, Daddy and Helena."

"Is Helena nice to you?"

"Yes. But, Cheryl wants Mommy."

"Sleep, Mommy will wake up early and make you a delicious breakfast. Oh, you'll have breakfast with Nina and Juan Enriques."

"Cheryl likes Juan Enriques and Nina, Mommy."

"Sleep, Honey."

Bellova had a hard time closing her eyes again. The eye child follows the shadow of Raymundo Alvaro who gives up at the end of a firm stand, approaching the bed, going to the side next to Cheryl pulling a blanket to wrap Cheryl's body perfectly.

"Don't you have to stay home and just take care of Cheryl?"

Bellova. If this man had said that since this glorious wishful thinking, they would not have had to argue in long lines.

They postponed the marriage given Helena and Belliza's condition.

"So, if we get out of here? What about Helena?" ask Bellova quietly.

"I'll take my sister too, Bellova."

There's a melancholy pile in there. The man changed too quickly as a sage. Close your eyes and sleep. Bellova let out a long breath and exhaled slowly. Hands continue to give a smooth pat on the side of Cheryl's body until the little girl returns.

Bellova clenched both hands in her heart, praying for Helena's recovery. Pray for Helena to be well and happy with Oskan Devano.

Breathing long and strong. Their world is complicated. The only one who will be happy is Belliza because she is loved by a man like Lucio Vargas. For Bellova, this is most important. Belliza and Lucio Vargas would be the best neighborhoods to raise Cheryl. Praying that Lucio Vargas' love could defeat Belliza's hard-to-destroy love for Oskan.

Bellova and Belliza have many girlfriends, but when they decide to fall in love, they are totality and extremely loyal. That is why slave women of love like them are vulnerable to injury.

Bellova observes Raymundo Alvaro. These words suddenly visited his head.

A woman cannot change a man just because she loves him. What happens is, a man can change himself because he loves a woman.

Will Raymundo Alvaro be like that?

Bellova then fell asleep. The eyelids are united and at the end of the vision there is only the countenance of Raymundo Alvaro. Fast in dreams.

Bellova should have pretended to be asleep. He might regret it tomorrow morning for sleeping too fast.

Raymundo Alvaro pulls out a package, a rectangular box of dark blue velvet. His hand grabbed Cheryl's hand, very smooth and slow, pin a small ring, very fitting on the toddler's middle finger. Admire the tiny hand of God's creation.

Switch.

Picking up another one, larger in size, resisted the strange urge to wake Bellova up. This is the sacred ritual of such a stiff and flat man.

The ring is clad on Bellova's middle finger. Smiling as it looked so beautiful on Bellova's fingers. Tapping the back of a woman's hand that is sound asleep.

"Will you marry me, Bellova Driely Damier?"

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