Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

What Allyce was going to say was that last night

However, the words came to her lips and she held back.

What happened last night was only because of her, she and Severo were just colleagues …

She warned herself, but she was on the verge of breaking it.

“What’s weird?” Severo seemed to perk up and asked before entering the classroom.

It was damp and poorly lit because it was a mountain rock cave, and the desks and chairs were basically brought by the children themselves from home.

Conditions were really bad.

“Eyes.” Allyce thought about it and said, “I think a person like Mejia, the teacher, his spirit is rare, but his eyes, they don’t make me feel very comfortable …”

Exactly how uncomfortable, I couldn’t say for sure.

She believed that the face was born from the heart.

A person who can withstand the flower world outside and return to this poor, backward mountain village to teach must be open-minded and open-minded.

However, the way Amado looks at times, there really is something strange …

Severo said as he moved forward: “It is often right to trust your instincts.

He stopped when he came to stand in front of a table and looked at the thick layer of dirt on it, and without moving further in, he turned to look at Allyce.

Allyce was still thinking about what she had just said.

When he saw Severo turn away, he asked aloud: “You mean you feel the same way?

“Have you forgotten what I just said?” asked Severo in turn.

What he had just said …

Trust your instincts?

Allyce was quick to ask, “Do you feel the same way, and what do you think is wrong with Mejía, the professor?

Severo asked instead of answering: “Didn’t you just say that it was rare and valuable?

Although this type of person, too, admired her, but, she was praising another man in front of him …

“The way he acts, it would have been weird and valuable, but the way he looks in the eyes sometimes, it really seems a bit strange, so I’m conflicted.”

If it were the old her, she probably wouldn’t have given it much thought, but since what happened two years ago, she had gradually become more cautious.

Nothing, she dared not be careless about anything.

Seeing Allyce’s dishevelled face, Severo finally squared his shoulders and said: “Leave it to me, you stay away from him and don’t go out alone.

As for Amado Mejia following her silently, I wasn’t going to tell Allyce.

I was afraid of scaring her.

…

The two were on their way back when they met Esther.

Esther could not hide the surprise in her eyes when she saw the two of them returning together.

But he had the decency not to say anything he shouldn’t have.

“Mr. Betances, Superintendent Delahoz”.

Allyce knew that Ester must have misunderstood her and Severo again.

Allyce approached him and asked: “What can I do for you?This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Esther said: “Just a few questions I wanted to ask you …”.

I still had some scruples with this boss.

“Speak as you wish.” Allyce said this and turned her head to Severo, “We’ll go first, you can walk back on your own.”

Having said this, he led Esther out.

Severo watched the two enter the house before turning to the other side.

Earlier I had seen Amado again.

This time, however, it was not Amado Mejia who had followed him silently, but he had just arrived and happened to see Amado Mejia’s house.

…

When Severo approached, Amado was sweeping the floor.

There were only two rooms in his house, a kitchen and a bedroom.

The bedroom was connected to the kitchen.

The kitchen was so small that two people would be crammed into it, and the bedroom was larger, with a bed, a shabby wooden wardrobe and a desk.

It was so simple that there was nothing special about it, but it was clean.

At the sound of footsteps, Amado looked up hurriedly.

When he saw that it was Severo, he froze, stopped sweeping and asked: “Señor Betances, what brings you here?

Severo looked around and finally found a worn chair in a corner.

He pulled the chair closer and sat down in it.

Before he could sit down, the chair squeaked.

Severo frowned, but remained seated.

“There is no entertainment here and I had nothing to do, so I thought I would come and talk to Sensei Mejia and I realised that Sensei Mejia … seems to be different from the other people in the village”.

Severo paused deliberately to appear to be thinking before saying this.

His words had just fallen and, indeed, he saw a subtle change in Amado’s face.

“What’s the difference between me and them, they are not all poor”.

Amado spoke as he swept up the rubbish that had collected in a dustpan and took it out to empty it before going inside.

“You are not like them, polite and thoughtful. There was a slight, imperceptible wariness in Severo’s tone.

Everything Amado did suggested that he was trying to stand out, among these villagers.

He showed that he was a man of ideas and ambition, but the circumstances of his upbringing dictated that if he wanted to be different from others, he would have to work harder than the average man to achieve it.

Amado’s eyes lit up at her words, but quickly darkened again and he shook his head, “I’d settle for teaching in the village”.

Severo smiled meaningfully at her words, “Maestro Mejía is truly a selfless person.

Amado looked at the smile on Severo’s face and it suddenly turned a few shades whiter, “I’m sorry, Mr. Betances, I’m a little under the weather today and I want to rest”.

“Then maestro Mejía get an early rest and take care of yourself”. Severo said and got up to leave.

On the way back, Severo reviewed what Xabat had said, and how Amado had behaved from the beginning.

Trafficker, fugitive, teacher in a poor village …

How interesting.

Only …

Whoever did such things could not have good intentions, and whether or not the Beloved Mejia that Xabat spoke of was this Beloved Mejia, he had to bring Allyce up to speed.

Women, sometimes it is easy to get confused.

…

At dinner, Severo and Allyce sat at the same table.

No one else was seated.

Severo was eating his sweet potato slowly and methodically, as if making small talk, when suddenly he spoke: “I had Xabat look into it earlier, there’s a man on the run called Amado”.

Severo’s voice was not too loud, just loud enough for Allyce to hear.

Allyce thought she had misheard him and asked: “What?

“Whether he is or not, stay away from him and don’t run anywhere”.

Severo uttered this short sentence and stopped talking.

Allyce, however, did not feel like eating any more.

Before, I had only found Amado a bit strange, his behaviour contradictory.

And what Severo had told him seemed, well, scandalous.