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Chapter 2 II.

Word Count: 1186    |    Released on: 20/01/2021

mood and with a smile on her face. Thanks to Fuego. She had not sl

saw Aunt Carlota entering the dining

Auntie, " she g

d. Rosa, the maid, poured Aunt Ca

ad was slippery, so

tudied her fac

to the del Mars like that. You should gain

s, Au

g a del Mar will make me prouder of you. They're t

e turning. Aunt Carlota will

he had just lost her appetite. "I'm gonna be late. I'll

as coffee farmers, could not send them all to school. One day, her Aunt

heir huge age gap. She used to work in the US as a caregiver. A year after their marriage, h

tels and restaurants all over the country. But her aunt never remarried despite her big-ti

but Clara still longed for her family. Aunt Carlota lacked the warmth of a mother. Maybe because s

ng good grades when she was a student and avoi

ominium building. She stepped down from the car and pulled her d

er be a

. She put her glasses back and sauntered toward the buildi

oor and pressed the buzzer. A few moments late

rlo

red righ

bbish place?" she said as she s

still in his shirt and boxers. He could not help a s

lot of transactions with Carlota over the years.

m with her arms fold

r the whole month. He just got back from the States, and I want you to look into what he had been doin

came here for a

d her eyeball

and I got rarely ha

't changed

" she asked, rai

for the bonus before the fu

om. The curtains were open, the window showing the rainy sky. The cool breeze brushed Carlota's

Herrera was a slut in bed? Not only that, she let herself

ing out from her throat. Baron let out a sharp groan as

air that covered her hair and kissed her mouth. Carlota moaned as she kissed him back wi

er, Baron, harder..." she said as she

Aroma del Cielo opened. She glanced through the glass wall at the same park

d the customers before going back to the counter. She

on the table buzz. She r

face and yawned. She grabbed her phone and chec

imes, or most of the time, she would overwork and skip her me

nch yet?" she asked her

lunch, Miss Clara,

ss Clara, "

ad to use her favorite

. The tables were still full. She pushed the door, and it looked like t

beside her car. Clara stared as if the world stopped t

not help pounding. He got down from his motorcycle and

eg

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