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After a nice bath, Rosalin dressed, laid down on the bed. Santos Passos had tired her extremely and sleep soon overcame her. As she lay sleeping, she dreamt about the procession. In her sleep, she felt a hand gently play with her shoulder and fingers sliding on it. She enjoyed the feelings as her mind was far in the oblivion. The hand then loosened her gown knots and slid it down to expose her breasts, yet she felt nothing. The hand then felt her breasts and suddenly she snapped out of her dreams to find Marcos standing in front of her with a wry smile. She quickly got up.
‘Easy easy Senora. Don’t panic. It won’t do good for the baby.’ Marcos told her sarcastically.
‘How dare you?’ She raised her hand and slapped him hard.
Marcos grabbed her hair and pulled her closer. ’Stupid woman. I am going to destroy you.
‘You are wrong Marcos. I am going to destroy you. Wait till Antonio gets back.’
‘Oh yes? Well I am going to see to it that you are not around to see that day, you dumb woman!’ Saying this Marcos angrily stormed out of the room.