Her Second Marriage With Mr. Cristian

After thinking about it, Angelica decided to go first.

She left through the bustling crowd beside her, unnoticed by them.

As she walked out of the playground, Angelica suddenly wanted to laugh a little, and her heart was filled with sadness.

She had really imagined that Manuel liked her.

Closing her eyes, Angelica reopened her wallet after a while, and then took out a picture from there, and put it in her wallet. Even though it is her family, it is not nice to do that, but she is also in the picture, so what is the big deal that she will take the picture for herself? She wanted to be his family, but not in the way he thinks.

Angelica took the photo and quickly advanced.

In the amusement park, Zara was holding Manuel’s hand and looking at him, but he was completely oblivious to her.

“You invited me here, and now you are ignoring me. Manuel, even though I like you, you can’t tease me like that, can you?

Manuel did not respond.

-At first I wondered why it was you who invited me, because everyone already knows I like you, but you don’t. And now… – Zara looked somewhere, and the corners of her lips curved slightly, -I can tell.

She said bluntly,

“You like Angelica, don’t you?”

This sentence made Manuel frown:

“Why do you say that?

“Of course I know you are just childhood friends , she since childhood thought of you as a brother. Did you think I didn’t know?

I like you, I know everything about you, including Angelica, how do you think she found her school last time?”

Manuel : “…”

“-You didn’t deny it when I just asked you if you liked her.”

Zara’s words sounded like a revelation. Manuel did not answer, but the fingertips on both hands trembled, and there were mixed feelings on his heart.

-If you know you care about her, why did you pull me here today?”

Zara looked at him with some disappointment:

“-Before I came here, I thought all my efforts had paid off in the end, but it was in vain. Oh no, this word ‘wasted’ wrongly describes my feelings-there was not even a hint that I would finally get mine.”

“Okay.”

Zara laughed, “If it were someone else, I might wonder if there is something wrong with your eyes, but if it were Angelica, then I would be convinced that I would lose, after all, this kind of friendship that you grew up with is not something that can be replaced by anyone.”

In fact, many childhood friends grow up together and, and if the other party meets the other’s criteria, they usually fall in love with each other and the bond becomes deeper and deeper as time goes by.

Of course, this happens in the case of mutual liking, if from the beginning there are no feelings, then nothing will happen.

At this point, Zara saw that his feelings for Angelica had suddenly taken over from him.

After saying what he wanted to say, Zara looked at the Ferris wheel, which had long since finished spinning, and thoughtfully added, “- Maybe you are worried that in reality this girl does not love you, but depends only on you?”

At his words, Manuel frowned and for the first time looked at Zara seriously; he was right about everything he thought.

“-Why did you bring me here today? To be honest, I hate you using me like that, but okay, I like you, so I’ll tell you. If you want to know whether he feels dependent on you or not-then it’s very simple, if he really loves you, then even if you’re with another girl, he won’t stop doing it. If she doesn’t find a boyfriend in a year or two, you will know what the answer was. Of course, if she finds a boyfriend, and also be happy with him, you also have to understand everything.”

Before leaving, Zara thought of something: “A friendly reminder the girl left the playground ten minutes ago.”

“What did you say?”

Manuel’s face changed, “Why didn’t you say that before?”

Zara took a few steps closer, and the expression on her face became a little unpleasant”-As punishment for using me. Say thank you for telling you.

Manuel Calligaris was silent for a moment, “Thank you very much.”

With that, he turned and walked away, his steps were quick and the smile on Zara’s face disappeared as she remained in place looking over Manuel’s shoulder and gritting her teeth.

“Damn, such a cool guy, how am I supposed to find someone like him?

Angelica continued walking blindly forward after leaving the playground.

When she raised her head, a coffee shop suddenly appeared before her eyes. Without even thinking about it, she entered.

“Hello, what would you like to drink?”

Coffee.”

“Yes, please wait a moment.”

“Wait.”

Angelica called the waiter with a somewhat dull expression, “I want ten cups.”

The waiter’s face froze a little: “Ten, ten cups?

Are they packed to go?”

“No, I want to drink it here.”

After saying this, Angelica took the money and handed it over, “Thank you.”

When the waiter saw that she had given her money, he awkwardly explained, “- I didn’t think in that sense, I mean, Can you drink all ten cups?”

“I can.

“Okay then, I’ll serve you.”

As she waited for her coffee, Angelica lowered her head and stared at the table.

Lately she had completely given up coffee and chocolate, trying to show her best side to her brother, but what now? All this just because she was building too many illusions. No matter how she has changed, if she doesn’t love her, she wouldn’t pay attention to how she looks, right?

Just like she didn’t like Pacino, so even if Pacino was nice to her, her sympathy for Pacino would only be a brother-sister feeling and would never cross the line into something else.

Manuel treated her the same way, as he always considered her a younger sister and regarded her as a member of his family, so he could never love her. Not only now, but in the future.

Soon, all ten cups of coffee were served.

Angelica woke up and took a sip. Just a sip of coffee that had long disappeared from her life suddenly engulfed all her taste buds.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Cap, cap, cap – and tears flowed from her eyes. The waiter, who had not been in time to leave that she saw the scene, asked with some concern, “Are you okay?”

As soon as she opened her mouth, Angelica’s tears fell even harder, breaking into the coffee one by one like bean beads.

She drank coffee while crying and shaking her head at the same time.

“I’m fine, I just feel … oooh the coffee is too good, oooh good to cry.”

Waiter: “?”

The corner of the waiter’s mouth couldn’t help but turn up his nose, was the coffee so good that it made people cry?

Is it possible?

Even if it is good, there is no need to cry over it, right?

“Don’t worry, I’m really fine, it’s just that I haven’t had coffee for a long, long time.”