-So you think he wants to rape you?
Alba asked her.
Micaela nodded her head.
-I was weakened by the strength of the medicine back then. If I hadn’t fainted, I wouldn’t have resisted him too. But when he woke me up and I found out he didn’t, I knew he wasn’t such a person.
Did they fall in love at the time?
Alba didn’t understand. She asked Micaela.
-Normally, if they do not make love or take antidote, they would feel painful. You just faint? Is it possible that you were raped and do not know it?
Micaela blushed.
-I confirmed it when I woke up. He didn’t. And I’m more sure after meeting him. He’s a gentleman. He doesn’t force me and…
Micaela’s face turned redder. She stood up, hugged her legs and put her face on her knees. She couldn’t get the words out because she was so embarrassed.
Alba also got up curious, she asked beside her,
-So what?
Micaela said quietly as if she had made a big decision.
-He sleeps alone these days. He used to sleep in my room after I sleep, but after the fever, he changed.
Micaela raised her red face and asked,
-Am I really not attractive?
They slept together so long but did nothing. And they even started sleeping alone. Although he didn’t say anything, it bothered him. He liked to wake up in her arms, but these days he woke up feeling that no one was beside him. And this feeling depressed him.
Alba laughed.
-Don’t be silly. You’re gorgeous. He does it because he respects you.
When they were in Mangzarent Nation, Alba told him he had to control himself, and he clearly understood.
-Why is he kissing you if you’re not attracted to him?
Micaela covered her mouth with her hand. She didn’t know Alba saw it.
-Don’t think so much. It’s my fault. He called you on the phone when we were at the clothing store and I answered. He asked about you, and I reproached him. He promised me he wouldn’t make love to you before he got married.
Micaela relaxed because she understood.
Alba took her hand and told her seriously:
-Honey, remember, I know clearly that he treats you well. And you have to protect this relationship. Despite the difficulties you will encounter, you must trust him.
It occurred to Micaela that Alba knew something she didn’t know about. But it was only a fleeting thought. She preferred to ask her another question.
-What about you? Haven’t you met someone you love yet?
Alba was speechless. She shifted her gaze and opened the closet door.
-No. There was a man in Mangzarent Nation who made my pulse race. But after two days, I felt nothing.
Alba had a strange syndrome.
She always forgot the faces of unfamiliar men, especially the men she loved. She could remember common partners but not the ones she loved.
Alba was beautiful. Her blonde hair gave her more attraction. She always had no shortage of followers.
He had dated them, but they didn’t want Alba to see them as strangers and left him. So Alba did not accept the dating invitation.
Micaela wished Alba could meet the one she loved.
-Okay. It’s time to go out.
Alba said after checking the time.
Micaela nodded her head. They left together and prepared to leave.
She got into Micaela’s car.
-Alba said, “You’re still being discussed by the media. I think you will be envied by colleagues for your incorporation, especially Adriana. You have to take care of her.
-Okay. You too.
They arrived at Brillantella. They parked the car and left. It was their first time to arrive here. I didn’t know it was so grand and luxurious with full facility. They had some buildings to take pictures, fashion runway, fun zone and gym area.
-Brillantella gained a lot from yesterday’s fashion show. There were so many spectators in line and the rating was outstanding.
Micaela wanted to say something when Mr. Eric came out. He saw her and approached her.
-Honey, how are you? Is she the assistant you mentioned to me?
As he finished the words, Mr. Eric remembered that it bothered Carlos that he called Micaela as honey, but he didn’t care since Carlos wasn’t here.
For Mr. Eric, not calling the models as endearments and not letting him guide the models both suffocated him.
-Yes.
Micaela helped them meet them. Mr. Eric looked at Alba. She was beautiful woman and it seemed that she was not easy to be humiliated. He felt at ease. He didn’t need to worry about Micaela when she wasn’t at the company.
Micaela also examined Mr. Eric. Was he the God of the modeling world? They said the models he mentored won first place in the world modeling competition.
But he was very young and seemed a bit odd to her.
Why did he speak in such a high-pitched voice?
Alba couldn’t help frowning and doubted his ability. But he was the person Aguayo recommended, so she didn’t say her doubt.
Eric took them to the elevator talking to go up to the studio on the sixth floor.
They arrived at the studio and were surprised to see many people standing around.
-Mr. Eric.
An A-level model approached them.
-There were thousands of models who want to be educated by you, but you don’t choose us. But why do you choose one who is not a professional in the end?