Siempre te voy a querer

Chapter 89

As Isa was talking with Chucky and Luis, they both animatedly gestured to show her something. In the chaos, one of them accidentally hit her in the chest, while the other landed a blow to her stomach. Isa immediately groaned, folding over in pain as she struggled to catch her breath.

"¡Ay, perdón, Isa!" Luis panicked, his face turning red with embarrassment as he tried to help her. "No quise, de verdad."

Chucky, equally flustered, stammered, "¡Isa, lo siento! No fue a propósito."

Henry, hearing the commotion, turned around to see Isa in pain. He quickly made his way over, a chuckle escaping when Luis, still in a state of panic, explained what had happened. "¿Cómo que le pegaron los dos a la vez? No manchen, están cañones."

Isa, still folded in pain, complained, "No se rían, de verdad me dolió." Her voice was strained as she tried to recover, clutching her chest and stomach.

Kevin appeared just in time, giving Luis a friendly dap. "Ya estamos a mano, Isa," he said with a smirk, referencing their earlier encounter.

The group shared awkward glances, unsure of what to do next. "¿Necesitas algo, Isa?" Chucky asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Isa finally managed to straighten up, though her arms remained wrapped protectively around her chest and stomach. Despite her best efforts to act like nothing happened, the tears brimming in her eyes told a different story.

Trying to break the tension, Luis nervously joked, "Bueno, al menos no fue en la cara, ¿verdad?" Chucky nodded, adding, "Sí, sí, porque eso sí que habría sido feo."

Just then, Diego strutted over, oblivious to the situation. He began to shake Isa playfully, causing her to groan again. "Diego, déjala," Henry scolded, shooting him a stern look.

Diego merely rolled his eyes, laughing at the situation. "¿Qué te pasó, Isa?" he asked, his tone teasing as he looked up at her.

Isa shot him a death glare, knowing he was just there to poke fun at her. In response, Diego lightly smacked her on the head. Isa, not one to back down, immediately smacked him back, causing the guys to chuckle.

Diego rubbed his head, his cheeks flushing as Isa ruffled his hair. "¡Oye, que me vas a despeinar!" he protested, trying to smooth his hair back into place.

Luis, seizing the moment, brought up their earlier deal with Isa about asking for an Argentine player's number. "Oye, hablando de cosas difíciles, ¿a quién le vas a pedir el número en el equipo de Argentina, Isa?"

Chucky chimed in, "Sí, ¿quién será el afortunado?" He then turned to the rest of the guys, "¿Qué opinan, muchachos? ¿A quién debería ligarse Isa?"

Isa's face turned red as she realized the conversation was quickly spiraling out of her control. Kevin raised his eyebrows at her, clearly amused. She shook her head in protest, but he just chuckled, blowing her a discreet kiss.

Henry, enjoying the banter, suggested, "Pues que sea alguien que valga la pena, ¿no? Uno que juegue bien y esté guapo, por lo menos."

Memo grinned, adding, "Yo digo que Dybala, ese tiene cara de buen tipo."

Malagón considered, "¿Y qué tal Otamendi? Dicen que es buena onda y juega con corazón."

Luis, teasingly serious, said, "No, no, no. Mejor que sea De Paul, ese sí que es rudo, y seguro la protegería de todo."

The group began weighing the pros and cons of each player. Chucky pointed out, "Sí, pero Otamendi ya está más grande, ¿no? Mejor alguien de su edad, como Enzo o Julián."