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His embrace tightens but it wasn't hurting me. "I'll miss you." He says to my ear. I smile. "Te echaré de menos." I answered him. He spins me around and asks, "What was that you just said?" I chuckle. "I said I'll miss you." He kisses my forehead. "Then, te echaré de mentos." I laugh against his chest. "It's menos." He laughs at himself. "I'm sorry." I look up at him and smiled. "You need to learn some Spanish, Gage Stockholm."

In meanwhile, I was lost in my escape-plan, this heaven is full of devils and angel don’t live in such places, so, getting away is only a choice left The butler arrived with an ‘ahem’ sound, alerting me about his entrance. “Malady here is your meal,” the butler spoke in Spanish accent, It was Tortilla with spicy salsa sauce, it was mouth-watering-ly delicious, this was a fair coincidence of him serving me my favourite dish. “Thank You! This is my favourite” this was the only thing that made me smile after a century, I thanked him with a brilliant grin “Pleasure is all mine,” he gaily replied,

Why did my body and my heart always betray my own logic whenever it came to Javier? Just as the tip of my finger was about to touch his full lips—the ones that had kissed me so thoroughly last night—Javier's eyes suddenly snapped open. The man stared at me with his sharp, cold gaze so characteristic of him, making me immediately abandon my intention and yank my hand back in a panic. "Camila, why are you in my room?!" Javier snapped, his voice hoarse from sleep but heavy with displeasure. "I... I'm in my own room, Javier. You're the one who came into my room last night," I answered, my voice trembling as I tried to defend myself against his baseless accusation.

CHAPTER 19 My gaze lifted slowly to the one who dared speak Diego Herrera. Mid-50s. Arrogant. Wealthy. But stupid. His fingers tapped nervously, a subtle tell that he wasn’t as confident as he pretended to be. My voice dropped low and slow. "Y si crees que escupir el nombre de mi madre te hace valiente, entonces estás muy equivocado." (And if you think spitting on my mother’s name makes you brave then you are so mistaking)

Looking out the window with longing, Calleigh saw locals and tourists crowding a colorful street market. Outside in the hot Spanish sun, Calleigh saw people smiling at each other, eating at outdoor cafés, bartering good-naturedly in the flea market. The waiter came and took their order, speaking flawless English with a slightly British accent. After he departed, a different waiter brought them drinks. She took a sip of orange juice, then leaned forward with her elbows on the table. “Alright, Gabriel,” she said quietly. “Tell me why we’re really here.”

She rolled her eyes at his playfulness and decided to reply back with her own sarcastic response. “Ash is the one who ends up with Freya though.” She raised her eyebrows teasingly as she smirked back mischievously. It was one of the rare love stories Carmen has seen that the villain wins over the Prince Charming. She always thought ‘Can this ever happen in reality? Can the evil ever turn out to be the good?’ Well, you never know... Their conversation was interrupted as the same loud voice exclaimed. “My dear child, this is my wife Andrea. Sweetie, this is Carmen, Adrian’s-“

It must be short even though he's Spaniard. "Do what I asked to you. Don't ask too much question Or I'll blow your head off." Matar quickly walks away as the image of one man is lingering to her mind. I will be back and find you.

Good is that I got both the Spanish and translated part but you can listen to it) You Tú The girl you think is lost (La niña que te crees perdida) As I a begin to sing , his attention is now on me. He narrows his eyes at me an d relaxes in the chair taking sips of his wine. I continue to sing my mom's favorite song. Because someone has left you injured in this sea (Porque alguien te ha dejado herida en este mar) Where the heart does not know how to navigate (Donde el corazón no sabe navegar)

Leaving the men to barbecue the prepared fish, Cristina had insisted on showing her every nook and cranny of her recently refurbished home, explaining that after months of waiting she had eventually shamed Rufino into completing the work he had promised when they moved in. “There’s a Spanish saying, l En casa de herrero, cuchillo de pal which means the shoemaker’s son always goes barefoot,” she explained. “But in the end I became so fed up with waiting and waiting while Rufino and Matt started yet another project, pushing me again to the back of the pile, that I had a tantrum!” “We have similar sayings in England.” Alex laughed, quite sure that Cristina’s tantrum would have been something so

Good thing , we were in a town, as I walked , their echoing laughters vibrated in my ears, there Spanish language too, the aroma filled the air as I walked . Then I noticed the restaurant at the head of me. I knew that it was going to be hard for me to find a job because I knew no Spanish. Yet almost every one around here spoke Spanish . I walked inside the restaurant, at the desk sat a middle aged woman, her eyes glued on the money in her hands. She raised her gaze to me. “¿Cómo podemos ayudarla, señorita?” The old lady asked , i knew it was a question yet I did not know the meaning.