My Hottest Man's
Chaptre 62. The Best Part

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By morning, Bellova went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He cooked rice in broth and whipped an omelet. Sprinkle the green vegetable chop back in stir before baking.

Doubtful, Bellova also provides toast as an alternative. He did not know the recipe of churros, as he remembered Raymundo was good at making food for breakfast.

Sighs long.

Bellova is not good at cooking because Amaris Damier always serves delicious dishes for her every day except breakfast time. Bellova didn't want her grandmother to bother. Bellova's ideal breakfast is cereal. However, her husband did not like fast food. And the people from Anthony's residence don't have breakfast cereal.

Bellova's vision drifted away through the glass of the kitchen window on a group of Puffin birds basking on the grass ..., on the edge of the cliff, Raymundo Alvaro was an expert cook. Queena even gave praise to Raymundo cuisine. Bellova became inferior, staring at the dishes she made. Taste a little, tilt your head and taste your own cooking.

Less perfect. ****. Confidence collapsed instantly. He moved to the dishwasher like a robot, confused.

Strike the pot and cut the meat as well as the potatoes. Mashed seasoning use manual seasoning shredder.

"For Juliet ...," said BM surprised Bellova. "Did Romeo win the challenge? Did 'My former boss' get to you last night?"

"My husband is dying" Bellova replied flatly.

Chuckles.

"Oh come on, the guy's a real fighter. Romeo will not die as easily as a man in general."

"My husband fainted when he reached the cliff."

"Hardheadedness, selfishness and temperamental attitude drain his energy. He's starting to lose his skills" BM sneered.

"Stop making fun of him, Raphael. I don't like you lowering my husband after you find out how intolerant he is to the rain."

"alright. I'm leaving." BM is scared of Bellova but curious. So he asked. "Is Romeo still sleeping? He's been kind of whiny and spoiled since he married you, Juliet."

"My husband almost got killed, my God. This is no joke" Bellova lamented. "You're playing with other people's lives."

"Welcome to our world, Juliet. You have to get used to it."

"No. He's going to get out of his dark world! I'm his wife and will make a decision for our future. Stop pissing me off!"

"Alright, Juliet. Please forgive me, please don't be angry. Em, I better go."

"Do you know Romeo's favorite food?" bellova asked to prevent BM from escaping.

Silent. Boiling water. Bellova fills meat and fine seasoning.

"That's sweet. You want to know what food Romeo likes?"

"Yes. Tell me!"

"He loved all the food Queena made. He'll chew while living."

Raphael Bourne is getting annoying.

"Do you want me to be jealous?"

"Not really. But the man adored the cuisine of Queena. And just be careful with Juliet, even if she doesn't need a cliff to get to you, she still has someone else in her heart. Want me to tell you?"

"No, thank you. Do I need to look at the past? We'll just step forward instead of backward."

"Aren't you jealous?"

"Yes, not Queena."

"What about D. Romeo and D are always together in a team."

"Why are you being such a bitch this morning?" ask Bellova. "I'm not jealous of A, B, C, D or anyone else!"

"You cried when you found out Romeo was with D. They make tattoos ...."

Bellova took a strong breath, exhaled slowly.

"Are you tired of living, Raphael?" A voice appeared from the direction of the sleeping room. I don't like Raphael Bourne's jokes. Bellova was unaware of anything including the presence of Raymundo Alvaro.

"Oops, I'm disturbing a sick wolf. See you, Juliet." See you."

"I'll come to you soon!"

"Well, I'm waiting for you, sir! Is Mr Axel Anthony coming? I see you can't be independent and always count on Mr Anthony!"

"I'll come like a thief, BM. Just wait!"

"Surprising but really challenging! What are we gonna do?"

"Something you can't imagine! Well, end your call. Me and Bellova need privacy."

"Well, before I leave, I need to answer Juliet's question. Raymundo Alvaro will swallow anything as long as it is not seafood. You may think you've married the most manly man in the world. You may be mistaken Juliet. Raymundo Alvaro is just a man with the most sensitive skin and stomach in the world. She's like a new baby learning to swallow breast milk. You're extra careful."

"Raphela?!" raymundo warns approaching kitchen.

"Enjoy your time. Share joy news about Sierra and Leone."

"Sierra and Leone?!" bellova asked not understand the purpose of BM turned to Raymundo Alvaro want an explanation. While Raymundo stared at Bellova without a blink, immediately addicted.

"Get out now, Raphael! I want to be with my wife!"

"of course. Do you need something ...."

Raymundo quickly grabbed the kitchen knife and one throw, the object where the sound of BM ringing flew freely hit the wooden wall. Automatic BM sound like radio noise is broken.

"Awh my eardrum!" BM screams in pain before vanishing without a trace.

"What are you doing?" bellova asked unhappy.

"I don't like men who talk too much!"

"You can hurt her ear drums" Bellova lamented. "What's wrong with you guys? Why always attack each other?"

"Bellova, I'm your husband. Don't you just have to support me."

"I don't support Raphael ...."

"If there's a shooting race, who do you want to die in? Me or Raphael?"

Bellova****. "What if we need help? We're not gonna get out of here."

"We're not leaving here until we have Sierra and Leone." Doesn't prevent those words from coming out of your lips.

Bellova understands now the meaning of Raymondo Alvaro and Raphael. Sierra Leone is not a country in West Africa with the capital Freetown but leads to twins. Bellova sculpted near the furnace. Faces met red imagine he and Raymundo Alvaro in the position to create Sierra Leone.

Unknowingly shakes.

Bellova doesn't want to have a baby right now because she wants to spend precious hours with Raymundo. They need emotional bond maturity, compassion and mental readiness.

"Why shake? If you don't like Sierra and Leone we can turn it into Paris and Flores."

Boiling meat stew. The steam is starting to get noisy.

"The smell is flying everywhere, Bellova Damier," said Raymundo finally stopped talking about babies. Will they only be with Cheryl in the next two or three years?

No. gabe. Lucio Vargas might have twins and make fun of them.

Bellova reflexes cover the furnace. Kepergok did not want Raymundo Alvaro to know what he was cooking.

"Are you improving?" bellova asked for attention. Stop the activity, watch Raymundo closely, forget all the chatter just now. I don't want bad communication.

"You can have breakfast and take medicine" Bellova said, her eyes following Raymundo Alvaro's movements as the man approached. Unconsciously hold the edge of the table behind him tightly.

"What are you cooking?"

Raymundo shut down the fire in the furnace. Staring at Bellova trying to set the gaze so as not to intimidate Bellova.

"Just something simple. I'm not good at cooking. I'm sorry," Bellova replied holding her breath, becoming too nervous.

Bellova's eyes moved out of direction, then straight but lost focus. The man took off the blanket that wrapped the body. Without a superior, Raymond Alvaro would soon burn himself too this island. More than that, Bellova was astonished at the beautiful carving above the man's kidney. BL and Hakuna Matata.

"Why ask Raphael while I'm only ten steps away from you? Is it hard for you to ask what I want for breakfast? Please don't talk to BM often."

Raymundo did not cover up jealousy in his tone.

"He's your closest friend."

"Not really. He likes you, I don't like that."

"Your body seems to be getting better."

"Is that so?" Lifting Bellova's chin. Squinting. The woman looks pale. In one move, Raymundo Alvaro held Bellova until Bellova was stunned. Having no choice but to hug Raymundo's neck, Bellova's legs pinned Raymundo's waist.

"I'm cooking" protested Bellova.

"Then?!"

"You need breakfast and medicine, Romeo."

"I think Romeo has found a cure, Juliet," Raymundo replied quickly.

Bellova seemed to be floating in the air because the man had just expressed the feeling of using sign language.

"Did your leg stop hurting?" Jump in any direction.

Bellova could not control her own body's reaction. He breathed fast as Raymundo's lips lodged in his neck. Done while walking. Bellova drunk kepayang.

"They're fine." The flat and cold voice turned slightly heavy by the onslaught of desire.

"Let's have breakfast while the omelet is warm."

"Later. My breakfast is extended this morning."

The gazes of their eyes met, Bellova's greenish eyes were large and perfect, glowing beautifully under the indentation of the eyelashes. Raymundo is trapped there, a lot of sense of trying to be represented. Bellova seeks comfort and needs to be loved.

Raymundo Alvaro slowly lays down a little long kiss demanding Bellova's reply. Take Bellova sitting on the couch on her lap, hands not stopping moving frisky.

Circle the waist, looking around for the tip so you can remove Bellova's tops. Raymundo also pulled a hair binder, liking his wife as her light brown, curled hair draped over Bellova's skin. The back of Bellova is very smooth. Simple but Bellova loved the gesture.

Instead of a direct touch on the places where passion rises, the man moves off course. Just dancing on Bellova's shoulder blades, the curvature of Bellova's spine and waist circumference were lips exploring along the collarbone. She knew Bellova was crazy from the way Bellova shook in her arms.

"Have I hurt you so much?" raymundo asked quietly as their eyes met again.

"I don't like to repeat sadness."

"I'm sorry!"

"We're already talking. May I ask?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Do I really mean anything to you?" tanya Bellova tidied Raymundo's eyebrows using the index tip. Always angry eyes.

Raymundo groaning. "Raphael has been your influence."

"No," Bellova's belligerent bell. "If Raphael affects me, you won't see me here. I will definitely go of my own accord exactly what Queena and Irishak did."

"I'm so sorry."

"Do I mean anything to you? It's very important to me. I can't stay inside here" Bellova pointed to Raymundo's chest, "if there's anyone else. Even if you say you love me, I still feel alien to you."

Raymundo grabbed the blanket on the sofa, wrapped around Bellova's body. They need to talk from heart to heart.

"What do you want to hear, Bellova?"

Raymundo understood why Bellova was worried. His attitude is strange and unfathomable. Bellova once begged them to be together and selfishly she repeatedly rejected Bellova and hurt Bellova. Ironically again he once said he only loved one woman.

"Anything."

"I don't understand what Bellova means to Raymundo. All I know is, I just think about you, I just want you, I just want to be with you, Bellova. I want you to be the first one I see when I wake up in the morning and the last one I see at night before I'm sound."

"I don't like other women around you. I can't use my forehead even though I'm so jealous."

"I don't have a woman close to me."

"If you're with someone else, it hurts me a lot."

"I'm sorry. Does Deenar?"

"Yes .., also others in the future."

"We never touch. I have rules and boundaries about the relationship between us."

"Someone liked me at school and kept wanting to be with me" Bellova said.

"I object" cut Raymundo. "Even Caesar Benjamin can't talk to you at length."

"The same thing with me, sir. I don't like a woman riding a motorcycle with you and hugging your waist."

"All right, I'll take care of my attitude" Raymundo replied. "Can we start now?"

Bellova smiled as her husband sounded whining. Stroking the jaws of Raymundo. Bending over the adoring spies put their lips together.

No one's under arrest. Although they had been in Anthony's mansion in one bedroom, Raymundo Alvaro was too clumsy to touch Bellova.

Their kisses were getting longer and deeper. Raymundo had moved to Bellova's neck and descended the gap in Bellova's chest, releasing the connection br*** with one hand, he held Bellova. Bellova's body stiffened.

The sides of the front of the body coincide creating an infinite sensation. The combination of friendly whispers, beauty in front of the eyes, touch and sweet aroma produces a lot of vibrations. Heart race follow the rhythm of the kiss, they soon end up in bed.

Miss breakfast. The steam explodes in a pot, drizzling away to the grass-drenched island, the wind brings the weeds to dance and the lovers share the kiss, bringing love and affection together through an intimate touch. Hook yourself up to each other, say a lot of vows.

Raymundo Alvaro is very intuitive in maintaining harmony, harmonizing pressure and rhythm. The curvature of Bellova's body is a benchmark. Bellova's sad face gave off some sort of screech. Bellova was only allowed to feel happiness.

Wet lips, Bellova's fingers clutching Raymundo's large neck. No need for wild and hot romance sessions because Raymundo Alvaro created something different. Just a softness of blue. Raymundo's masculine aura is more sens*** than lovemaking itself. Bellova has been blown up by the fondling as well as everything Raymundo does.

Nothing to be dammed. Bellova was shaken violently at the highest point she was breathing fast. He could not explain the moment when his heart beat maximumly under the surface of the skin. His body stiffened, thickened and pulsed. Jemari squeezed Raymundo's hair strongly, she immediately drooped on her husband's neck.

Thirty minutes passed, Raymundo hugged Bellova while Bellova slept. Lost somewhere.

Best views. Hands freely trim Bellova's hair, rubbing eyebrows and stroking Bellova's forehead.

The sun is shining, though not as bright as summer.

Bellova was a little squirmy, re-attached to her chest. She had kissed Bellova as many eyelids as she wanted but was never satisfied.

Can the sun dry the grass as quickly as possible? Can it shine longer? Raymundo Alvaro wants to take Bellova to the other side of the island and enjoy their breakfast in the open. She could braid Bellova's hair afterwards even though she didn't know how.

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