bestfiction Chapter 687: White Mercedes
Chapter 687: White Mercedes
chapter 687: white mercedes
early in the morning, pablo arrived to pick up hiro. he had combed his perfectly and he was dressed in his usual black suit. not even a spec of dust or crease could be seen in his suit and it was perfectly ironed.
turning the steering wheel, he rounded around a corner and hiro's residency came in sight.
he had left quite early and thus he was confident he would reach before hiro. however, as he rounded the corner, he found hiro waiting outside the gate.
"today, i even left half an hour early. yet still, he's already waiting? just how fast does he need to get to the training grounds?"
pablo couldn't help but feel surprised. today, he had left the house half an hour early to receive him. yet still, hiro was already in wait for him.
"i've heard that japanese folks are punctual but are all of them like this?" pablo muttered, his eyes filled with admiration.
after the day before yesterday's performance, his admiration for hiro had grown even more. before the game, he had some doubts. but after the game, he held no doubts. all of his doubts had been clarified and the result was right before him.
atletico was now, sitting second on the league table.
he had even started to become hopeful that this guy would lead them to their first-ever champions league.
thus, he was in a quite good mood.
being a fan of atletico madrid, he had gone through many heartbreaks. especially, when it came to the champions league.
2014 and 2016 finals, he couldn't forget even if he wished to forget.
those were nothing but nightmares!
but now, he had again started to become hopeful. and it was all thanks to this young man standing before him.
catching the sight of pablo's car, hiro felt delighted. he had arrived much earlier than he used to. after the matchday, they were given a day off and today, the training was resuming again to prepare for the champions league.
they had secured their spot in the knockouts. even though hiro hadn't played half of the season, atletico had managed to perform fairly well.
harder. every time, he became hopeful, life extinguished the flame of hope.
finally, he couldn't hold in any further and the cord holding him snapped altogether when the final blow rendered him completely useless.
that's the day when he decided to end his misery once and for all.
he had thought that he had given up on his dream. yet still, on his deathbed, he realized that he hadn't managed to give up on his dream.
he regretted the decision. he regretted not being able to live up to his expectations. he had thought that he didn't expect anything from life. but it turned out that he still expected a lot from life even though he had been battered to the point of ending his life.
"you've got a nice car, pablo. and it appears to me that you cherish it a lot," hiro couldn't hold back from commenting on the car.
pablo's face flushed a little when he heard hiro.
exactly, this was his favorite car. he cherished this white mercedes a lot. it wasn't ridiculously expensive but he could feel some kind of connection to it.
during vacation, he would share a ride with his daughter. and those rides are some of the best moments of his life.
"yeah, lucia likes taking a ride in it," pablo responded, his gaze fixed on the road.
"is she your wife?" hiro couldn't help but ask.
"no, she's my nine-year-old daughter," pablo responded, his tone a bit rushed.
"the one who gifted you the fragrant?" hiro asked hinting at the air freshener.
"yeah, we can only meet during the vacation. she stays with her mother. so, i can't meet her often," pablo said, his tone turning grim while mentioning her mother.
hiro could tell that pablo's relationship with his wife must be rather complicated. he was curious but he didn't want to intervene in his personal life either.
hiro could spot the fluctuation in his tone the moment he mentioned lucia's mother. he could tell that pablo was fond of his daughter. but he couldn't be sure about his relationship
with his wife.
hiro disliked talking about others behind their backs. so, he hadn't asked anybody about pablo's personal life. even if he was curious, he wanted to hear it from the person himself.