Carlos frowned and asked:
-Ernesto?
-Yes, it’s me. She’s asleep.
Carlos rubbed his forehead, slightly annoyed:
-Why are you with her?
Carlos wanted that incident to be less known. Even if he was her good friend, he wouldn’t talk to him!
The person on the other end of the phone got a little angry, and seemed to head to the right place, saying in a louder voice:
-Why can’t I be with her! You, on the other hand, why are you calling your girlfriend’s best friend at night?
Only then Carlos reacted to what Ernesto had misunderstood, and before he could answer, he anxiously asked:
-Carlos, do you like two women at the same time?
He could convince himself that Alba’s explanation was true, but if Carlos was interested in her, Ernesto was pretty sure she was no match for him….
Carlos’ voice instantly turned a few degrees colder:
-Ernesto, are you crazy?
Ernesto was speechless and instantly reacted to his inappropriate words.
In fact, he still cared about the image he had just seen at the entrance of the Hotel Teladia.
-I’m sorry, Carlos.
Knowing Ernesto’s love for Alba, Carlos explained:
-I’m just calling her to inquire a little about Micaela, don’t overthink it.
Ernesto remembered Alba’s comments when she was drunk and asked:
-Are you still going to force her to say it?
-Yes.
Although he didn’t know what there was between them, but, thinking of Alba’s pained look last time, Ernesto said:
-The last time, she had a pained expression, and she didn’t want to say anything. Can you think of anything else?” Ernesto paused and added: “She said you’d regret it if you knew.
Carlos took a deep breath, didn’t accept him and hung up the phone.
Back in Micaela’s room, the little girl slept well. Carlos lay down next to her and hugged her in his arms.
If there was one thing he regretted, it would be Micaela leaving him.
“But who could be sure she would leave me?”
“Besides, I’m not going to let her leave.”
With this thought, Carlos forced himself to relax. It had been days since he had rested and having her in his arms made him happier, so he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep….
He fell into a dream.
He was in a familiar but unfamiliar hallway….
Why was he here?
He wanted to leave…
In his sleep he stumbled forward, holding his forehead. Unable to walk because of an intense headache, so he decided to go back and continue lying down. When he turned around to look, there was no one in the hallway and all the rooms were the same. He could no longer find the one he was in before….
Stumbling forward, he tried to read the number on the door, 666?
This seemed to be it…
Pushing gently, the door opened. He sighed in relief, not bothering to turn on the light either, groping to sleep in the bed again….
***
He seemed to return to that ridiculous night, but, once again, the woman in his arms became his little girl.
The dream was so real that it made him want to laugh. It must have been the night before, when he opened the door, he saw Little girl’s body, which made him dream like that…
Little lay very tenderly in his arms.
“I wish this dream was a little longer…”
He wanted to hear her voice, but try as he might, she made no sound.
Looking at her beautiful neck, he suddenly thought of something, and bit down hard….
Suddenly, the sweet atmosphere disappeared and Amelia’s shy face appeared in front of his eyes….
Carlos opened his eyes violently and sat up.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and the little girl was sleeping on her side.
Carlos breathed a sigh of relief.
“Why did I dream again of that night two years ago?”
Looking down at the little girl, he gently rubbed her head.
The image he saw when he pushed open the door last night was so memorable that I just walked into the dream…..
Micaela felt the soothing scent beside her and drifted into a deep sleep.
“If that disgusting woman hadn’t shown up, it would have been a very sweet dream…”
Carlos took a deep breath, got out of bed, went back to his room to get cleaned up, put on his clothes and went to the gym next door….
He was going to spend all his energy on fitness workouts!
The gym was well equipped and I was already sweating profusely from one workout to the next, feeling very uncomfortable.
Finally got on the treadmill and adjusted the speed.
Couldn’t help but think back to that dream. When he woke up, many of the images were blurry. That night, he took the room card that Diego handed him and went into his room to rest, but in the dream, it seemed like he had gone out… He didn’t remember anything.
He didn’t remember anything. Had he really gone out or had he imagined it?
There seemed to be another red room number in the dream, what was it?
Carlos thought hard, but he couldn’t remember….
The treadmill was getting faster and faster, and Carlos also increased the frequency of his stride, remembering, at the last part, the bite mark on the back of his neck as a little girl. In the dream, he had bitten her…..
She cared so much about that thing!
I can’t stop thinking about it, even though I knew it was an imagination.
How nice it would have been if the man she had once slept with had been him.
But what was the point of thinking about it?
The treadmill’s display read 6666….
So Carlos stood there and came up with the number on the door to that room in the dream, which was 666.
Then, Carlos fell to the floor.
The treadmill was already running at high speed and he suddenly stopped.
The door to the gym opened and Micaela stopped, seeing Carlos sitting on the floor. She rushed over:
-Carlos, what’s wrong with you?