LOS TIEMPOS PERDIDOS (THE LOST TIMES)

CHAPTER 7: BEAU

The silence rose upon them as the passion ignited the risky air, the fire inside their bodies unite as the silent whispers of pleading turn to a whimper of hungry desire that each of them shout. Body scratches, too many touches, screaming through paces, until they've reached their desired highness.

Afternoon struck but the shadow of the two could never be found in any dimensions of the hacienda, couldn't it be greater when you spent some time doing the 'holy things' with someone, someone who tasted like heaven but surely belongs to hell.

"Señorito Mateo." The workers of the respected house of Romero's welcomed the son of the famous family of Rodriquez, bewildered with his well-mannered and manly attitude, the young Spanish-Italian man asked a question.

"Have you seen your señorita?"

Emilia assisted the man to the insides of the house, as she quietly motioned the other workers to prepare him a meal, meanwhile her head's plotting an acceptable excuse for the woman. She had to, she just can't say something towards the man when in fact she barely knew what was really going on between her boss's daughter and to that picker. "She's on the vineyard señorito, supervising the workers as they finished this year's harvest." The man nodded and crossed his legs.

"Señor Alfonso told me to get her here for a walk, guess I would be waiting for her to arrive." He said as he inserted a tobacco pipe on his mouth. Who would ever thought that a simple man like Mateo Rodriquez would be looking for a noblewoman that the town people had thought to humbly got her attention. "How was she, anyways? Was the person who saved her now okay?" He asked, his eyes roaming around the household, looking for any signs of her. "Didn't she get hurt?" The talk about what happened two weeks ago had been spread throughout the town, the young Rodriquez had been ferocious about what he had heard making Alfonso to be proud of his idea of pairing his unica hija to him.

The maid shook her head and answered. "Señorita Alessa had been taken in good hands after that, the man was already facing his charges while the picker who came to save her will be leaving the hacienda tomorrow." She told the partial truth, but the main reason about her departure will remained unknown to everyone aside from her.

"I wouldn't let that happen, I'll be standing with whoever that woman is, she bravely stood for a noblewoman like her without even thinking about the danger she was facing, she might lose it on doing such a risky thing like that." He said as he bowed his head when Adelita put an ivory cigarette jar on the coffee table on his side. "How could Señor Alfonso do that to someone like her?" The man boldly said out of nowhere. Emilia's eyes fell into him, as if she was trying to send a message through linking.

"Si supieras."

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"So tell me about yourself." Irene said as they found themselves settled on her living room, the two silently munched their salad bowls that they've made earlier, slowly the woman looked at the psychologist sitting across her, her eyes focused on the lettuce and tomatoes on her bowl. "I've been wondering what would be a psychologist's identity, yep, a well-known personality like you who came from a clan of medical professionals who have their specialties in mental health." Kang smirked and put down her bowl.

"Do you want to know the origin of our family up to my real identity?" She asked, looking straight into the CEO's eyes, a strong connection were automatically built up to pull them to their own kind of world.

"Yes," She nodded her head with agreement, on the other hand, Seulgi collected and fixed herself to a much more comfortable position on the couch she was sitting on. "Well, aside from your name, I know you studied your master's degree in Europe." Irene crossed her legs up to her knees as she relaxed herself with the person in front of her. "Let's begin." She said, her bossy voice reigned.