Virginity in second marriages novel Chapter 919

-Maybe," Luca smiled slightly.

Maybe he really was, but the worlds of adults and children were different.

As children, everyone could say, "Let's make peace."

As I got older, this phrase became harder and harder to say.

Among couples, friends and family members, it went like this.

-Uncle Luke, am I right?

-Yes, you are right.

-Do you like Aunt Anna?

Luca said, -Why do you still ask? As a kid, why are you so interested in adult affairs?

Luca certainly had no intention of admitting that he loved Anna.

He had not had a chance before, let alone now, he did not have the qualifications.

-Uncle Luca, I am very curious.

Luca was about to say something, but was interrupted by the knock on the door, which was opened by a nurse making rounds.

At the sight of her, Luca let out a sigh; he felt liberated.

After the nurse left, the room was quiet again.

He was grateful that Manuel had not asked him again. Luke thought for a while and said, "Manuel, I'm going to get some fresh air outside, stay here, if anything happens, call me.

-Ok," he nodded, keeping a smile in his eyes.

Manuel did not think Uncle Luca was a bad person.

As he left, Luca sat in the chair in the hallway. He let out a sigh, relieved.

Manuel was alone in the room. After calling Luca a coward inside, he turned his head toward Cristian lying on the bed.

-Bad Daddy, I haven't settled our score yet! Why did you faint?

But even if he had fainted, it did not affect the settlement of accounts.

Manuel thought for a while, and suddenly, he let slip a smile.

He approached Cristian's bed with short steps, took off his shoes and coat, climbed lightly onto the bed, and then knelt beside Cristian.

Cristian was unconscious, his eyes closed.

After staying by his side, Manuel let out a loud groan, looking at his handsome face, "Bad Daddy, you have no advantage except a face identical to mine.

As he said this, Manuel suddenly reached out his hands, cupped his face and pulled him hard on both sides. While venting his anger, Manuel said, "Bad Daddy, you not only bully Mommy, but also me. You passed out without a sign, you attracted Mom's attention!

Cristian's handsome face was distorted by Manuel's chubby hands, which showed a mocking face.

He was grateful that his father had not undergone cosmetic surgery. If he had, the prosthesis would have been broken by his kneading.

Even when he was in the mood, he climbed directly on top of Cristian as if he were riding a horse and kept pinching Cristian's face.

When Manuel tried to take a picture of Cristian, Cristian reacted.

At that moment, Cristian felt a stabbing pain in his head. As he went to talk to Manuel about something, he lost consciousness.

The pain in his left eye helped restore his sanity. Cristian let go of his hand, let out a groan.

Once free, Manuel quickly pulled away from him, wanting to get out of bed quickly.

-Wait.

Observing his action, Cristian stopped him.

Manuel was stunned and stared at him.

-What do you want?

Although it had an angry tone, it was the naive voice of children. Together with the identical face, Cristian could be almost sure that the child in front of him was his son.

Cristian looked at his wrist, which was red from the violence he had done to himself. He frowned, "I didn't do it on purpose, does it hurt?

Cristian reached up and easily pulled him into his arms. Although he was a little boy, he was still small, his body was quite soft.

Holding him in his arms, Cristian also softened, not even worrying about the pain in his left eye but the wound in his wrist. Realizing that it was his son, his voice and tone became soft.

-Let me see.

Cristian lightly took his arm, covered his other hand in the wound and gently kneaded it.

He was very focused.

Manuel was frozen. It was the first time he felt his father's gentle and serious care, which became unreal compared to his mother.