Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

Severo took several days to finish the painting.

During these days, Allyce diligently served him tea and cooked, transforming herself into a gentle and skilful wife.

Only the food I cooked …

Severo put a green vegetable stick in his mouth, chewed it twice decisively and then swallowed it without changing his face.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Luckily, today’s dish forgot to add salt.

After three days of eating fish and spring onions, Allyce started trying other dishes.

However, every now and then there were one or two dishes that either forgot to add oil or salt, or there were too many ingredients.

He had wanted to cook for himself, but Allyce had been so obliging that he hadn’t refused.

“Well?” Allyce watched Severo eat without changing his face and wondered what the food would be like today.

Severo looked at her reluctantly and changed the subject: “I’ve finished the painting, it’s in the studio and someone will come this afternoon to frame it”.

“Hmm.” Allyce nodded, eyebrows pleased.

Severo hooked his lips and ate the entire plate of vegetables that he had forgotten to salt.

…

After lunch, Allyce went to Severo’s studio.

It was only when she saw the painting that she became furious and wanted to go down to settle accounts with Severo.

“What?”

Severo was opening the door and entering when Allyce ran headlong into his arms.

He rushed to help her and stabilised her.

Allyce pulled out of his arms, her face unhinged.

He said nothing, but pulled Severo towards the desk and pointed to the painting on it: “Did I tell you to paint it like this?

“Is this bad?” Severo looked at the painting above him and satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

The long-haired, curly-haired woman in the red dress, with her hands resting on the chest of the man in the black suit, raised her head slightly to look at the man, her eyes covered with a lingering, lustful love.

The man in the black suit, for his part, holds her around the waist with one hand and presses the other against her breast, with an expression of imminent kiss …

The whole picture shows a persistent love, with a strong ambiguity.

Allyce stared for a moment, felt her face burn, and turned her head in fright.

He exclaimed: “It’s not like the card!

Severo wrapped an arm around her waist and snuggled her into his arms; his free hand went to grasp hers, copying the pose in the painting, so that her palm pressed against his chest.

Severo looked at it, a serious nonsense: “The picture on the card, I couldn’t imagine it, I couldn’t feel it, so I couldn’t draw it”.

“Then how could you draw it before!”

Allyce cocked her head to one side and tried to glare hatefully at him, but she was caught off guard and met his dark, swirling eyes.

Severo approached slowly.

His voice was so close that it sounded indistinct to Allyce: “You’re exactly like the painting, and I want to … kiss you right now”.

The words “kiss you” were interrupted by the sudden ringing of the phone.

Allyce hurriedly pushed him away to answer the phone.

…

The call was from Casimiro, and he could faintly hear Senona’s voice on the other end.

“Come back for dinner when you are free”.

Casimiro’s voice was especially cold and hard because of what happened last time.

Allyce laughed lightly: “Well, we’ll talk about it sometime.

Casimiro, on the other side, choked, holding his breath for a while before speaking again. “Come back for dinner tonight, or arrange a time if you don’t have time.”

The phone hung up as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

Allyce pursed her lips and put the phone away.

Was Senona also from the Delahoz family?

And what did Casimiro mean by calling her for dinner?

“Who’s calling?” asked Severo out of the blue.

But it was clear from the look on his face that he already knew who the call was from.

“My grandfather, asking me to come back for dinner tonight”.

Allyce held nothing back and turned her head to look at the painting.

Although it said it was a cartoon version, those who knew them would know it was the two of them with one look at the painting.

Allyce held up the paper.

If the dress was changed to a wedding dress, it would look a bit like a wedding photo.

Severo came up behind her and gently put his arm around her, “I’ll get ready then and have the people who came to frame the painting arrive a little earlier”.

Allyce snorted and muttered, “I didn’t say I was going”.

Severo just laughed lightly and kissed her ear before pulling out his phone and calling the framer to tell him to come a little earlier.

Allyce touched her ear and pulled away from Severo’s arms.

He looked for a picture frame, put the card in it and placed it on the bed.

Although the large drawing Severo had made on the back was also fine, he liked the little card wholeheartedly.

Who would have guessed that Betances, the big CEO sitting on a billion dollar fortune, would draw such cute cartoon dolls and sacrifice his high-profile image.

Allyce couldn’t help but reach out and poke the boy sitting on the floor of the card, and couldn’t help but find him more and more adorable the more she looked at him.

If only the real Severo were that cute.

…

In the afternoon, the framer came and framed the photo, and Severo and Allyce hung it on the bedroom wall by hand.

The caricature did not fit in with the minimalist luxury of the bedroom and Severo frowned critically.

Allyce stood on tiptoe to smooth his forehead, “It’s beautiful, what’s not to like?”.

Severo’s frown loosened and his face relaxed a little.

Allyce asked curiously: “How do you know how to draw these cartoon dolls?

“I learned as a child,” Severo replied tersely, with some reluctance to say more.

But Allyce was so curious that she kept asking him questions.

Finally he said impatiently: “I used to draw comic strips for magazines when I was a kid.

“What magazine and what did you draw?” Allyce insisted: “Did you draw because you liked to draw? And how did you end up going into business abroad afterwards?”

He clearly sensed a subtle change in Severo’s aura as soon as his last question left his mouth.

A cold, empty silence.

A sensation that Allyce herself could not pinpoint, but which she had just felt.

“My mother … was an illustrator when I was younger, learned a little by ear as a child, made me submit articles to magazines to earn my own pocket money.”

Severo’s voice was deep and sounded depressed.

It was the first time Severo had mentioned a loved one.

His expression was too heavy for Allyce to ask any more questions.

She stared at him, and even her breathing was much lighter.

Half a minute later, she spoke confidently: “You and your mother must have had a good relationship.

“Hmm.

“My mother died in childbirth when she had me”.

Allyce suddenly felt like talking. “I’ve only ever seen her picture, and when I was little, my teacher taught us to sing ‘Only Mama’s Good in the World’, which I never learned.”