Marco was at the table with Berta when Laura came down. She had her backpack on and looked beautiful. Jealousy made him gasp heavily. He wouldn't stop her from studying; he had promised. It was only six months. But he would have to learn to live with her autonomy, even reluctantly. If any college student dared to approach her, he would forget all his patience; she was his partner.
"Has Rosana already left?"
"No, I'm going to let her go now."
"Are you going to pay her for the days she worked?"
"I refuse to pay someone who was spying on me."
"What if she needs it?"
"She wanted to harm us. Are you really worried about that?"
At that moment, Rosana entered the room accompanied by Berta, and when Marco stood up, the woman backed against the wall in fear of him.
Laura intervened.
"He wo
