Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

Izar had no idea how long he had been standing there and how much he had listened.

Allyce hadn’t expected Izar to suddenly appear here either, and her face was one of undisguised surprise, while Izar also looked very surprised, as if he hadn’t expected her to open the door at that moment either.

Allyce reacted quickly and spoke coldly: “What are you doing here?

Before Izar could say anything, Neto’s voice was heard from downstairs: “Gabrio, are they in the studio?

The next moment, Izar’s face transformed into a bright smile, with a hint of concern in his tone: “I’m here with Neto, to celebrate your release from the hospital.

Allyce’s face was expressionless as he pushed her down the stairs.

I would not have believed a single punctuation mark in what Izar said.

As soon as he reached the stairs, he collided head-on with Neto.

Neto looked her up and down, seeing nothing different about Allyce, and simply asked her in a whisper, “How are you feeling?

There was a note of concern in her tone and Allyce nodded: “Not much, the doctor said I’m recovering well.

He finished and went to the kitchen to pour himself some water.

As a result, Neto followed.

Allyce poured him a glass of water and Neto took it with both hands, looking at her with a smile on his face.

Allyce picked him up and asked, “Is something wrong?”

After saying that, she froze to herself, thinking that her tone of voice at that moment was similar to the one she had just used when he had spoken to her when she had gone up to fetch Severo.

Was it because they had spent so much time together?

Habits, behaviour, tone of voice, all were inexplicably similar.

Allyce was a little distracted and took a sip of water before looking at Neto, who looked a little uneasy: “Just say something.

Neto leaned back gently and said nonchalantly, “You’re just like Severo, you always talk so coldly”.

Although she knew she was just saying it to cover up her squirming, Allyce couldn’t help but get angry: “Forget it.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Neto saw that Allyce was really going to come out and said: “Wait, I’m going to say it now, call Lucila and ask her to come too, she’s a good friend, you’re leaving the hospital today, let’s celebrate”.

“So you’re bringing Izar to celebrate with me? “Everyone knew Izar couldn’t want to celebrate.

Neto and Izar had known each other for a long time, and he was well aware of Izar’s little thoughts about Severo.

He used to be interested in Izar and Severo going out, but since he saw that Severo was moving for Allyce, he has lost that idea.

Although he was also a fun-loving rich kid, he was no slacker like Richie.

There was no way Izar was really going to help Allyce celebrate, and he knew it. Women love to play harmless pranks, and he understood that, so he didn’t turn down Izar’s offer.

What’s more, he had a different agenda.

Lucila had ignored him since he had sent her home.

He coughed dryly twice and said: “We are all friends …”.

Allyce scoffed: “She’s your friend, not my friend”.

Neto winced uncomfortably, although Allyce could be quite brusque at times, he appreciated that personality, mainly because she and Lucila were good friends!

“Lucila is your good friend, don’t you call her?”

“My best friend, when is it your turn to decide whether or not to call her, Mr. Pastrano?”

Allyce’s eyes half narrowed and her gaze became a little sharp, coupled with the fact that her wounds were not fully healed and her face was still a little pale, this expression with these words made her look a little miserable.

Neto shuddered silently to himself.

She was born into a normal family, even if she won’t be rich, at least she’ll be happier than you and me. You shouldn’t mess with her. ”

Suddenly, Allyce opened his mouth and said something so big that Neto was stunned and didn’t know how much he had heard.

Neto was silent for a moment and said: “How do you know I don’t have a bit of sincerity?

“Even if you were ten percent sincere, would the family behind you accept Lucila? You know better than I do that for people born into families like yours, marriages are decided by the family, and even if you could convince the family, how long would the process take? And can you be sure you can keep Lucila out of danger in the process? Neto, stop before it’s too late”.

Allyce had not wanted to interfere in Neto and Lucila’s affairs, we were all adults, independent-minded and able to prioritise.

However, Neto’s behaviour today made her think that he was really in love with Lucila.

A rich, handsome playboy, not just an empty shell with substance, would be so easy to chase a young woman in her early twenties.

Allyce feels that if she had not been born into the Delahoz family, and if she had not met Severo first, she might have been tempted if Neto had really come for her.

Of course she wanted Lucila to be happy, but Lucila was too important to her.

Like a father with his son, even though he knows that his son will always have to make his own way, he still wants to teach him all his experience and skills in life, in the hope that his son will take fewer detours and have a smoother journey.

Neto’s gaze fell little by little.

The determined face he had just made was frozen as if snow had fallen, so cold that it was impossible to make an expression.

Allyce opened her mouth, but in the end she just sighed and said quietly, “Wait a bit, it’ll be fine”.

Neto looked up, resignation written all over his face, his voice as stubborn as a child’s: “And you and Severo?

As far as he was concerned, if Allyce could be with Severo, why couldn’t she be with Lucila.

Allyce froze for a moment and smiled abruptly, only it was laden with sarcasm: “Him and me, that’s it”.

He thought of the questions he had asked earlier in the studio, as if set in stone, and of Severo’s long silence, and his heart grew cold.

He went down the corridor and looked into the study to check that the door was closed and that Severo and Izar were not in the corridor.

Although he knew in his heart that Severo had no feelings for Izar, his heart was still clogged with fear.