Libia blinked several times, thinking her friend had to be joking.

"What are you talking about?" she asked with a laugh.

"I saw them leave your aunt's office. I asked Patricia, and it turns out the Brazilian is a regular Don Juan," Natalia said sarcastically. "He's been sending her flowers and chocolates. There are men who are interested, and then there's that guy."

"He didn’t tell me he was back," Libia said, trying to find a lie in Natalia’s words.

"Libia, I *saw* him. It wasn’t an illusion."

"My aunt receives gifts from lots of people. It doesn’t have to be from him."

Natalia sighed, feeling like she was talking to a wall.

"You know what? Forget it," she said indignantly, ending the call.

Libia stared at her phone, stunned. What she had with Tiodor wasn’t formal, but still, there were basic rules—like not getting involved with your lover’s aunt. Natalia had no reason to lie. After snapping out of her shock, she tried calling Lison. One, two, three, seven calls—no answer. With tear-