Micaela lowered her eyes, seeing the man’s beautiful thin lips, her heart beat fast, she unconsciously closed her eyes, but the fragment of that night suddenly flashed through her mind.
Micaela’s eyes snapped open, she turned around and quickly slipped off the other side of the stool….
-I… just lost my fever, what if I infect you?
Micaela pulled out an excuse as she stood with her back to Carlos.
Carlos straightened up, and a thread of disappointment welled up inside him.
Striding forward, he took her by the hand and headed for the door.
-Well, how sweet of you.
After guiding her to the door and settling her in the passenger seat, Carlos climbed into the driver’s seat and leaned over habitually to buckle her seatbelt, but Micaela turned to put it on a step earlier, frowning.
-I do it myself…
Carlos rarely drove himself, but whenever they were together, he was the one who did it, he liked taking care of her, he liked the way her face flushed every time he got close to her….
But now, instead of blushing, her face was tinged with a slight pallor that made Carlos’ heart clench tightly.
Micaela answered everything Carlos asked her along the way, all about her time at Rioslaider.
Micaela was measured and careful, she looked down at her knees, and even when she looked up at him, she would definitely throw a quick glance and quickly look back down….
Carlos’s grip on the steering wheel tightened and he finally stopped asking.
When he arrived at the office, Diego was still in the office working on his paperwork, even though it was lunchtime.
When he saw Carlos and Micaela enter, Diego stood up and was about to greet them, but then he saw that they both did not look very good, especially his own big boss, who was holding Miss Micaela’s hand, and who actually had a gloomy face!
In the past he always had a warm face?
Diego was so surprised that he forgot to say anything….
Only when Micaela took the initiative to call Diego, he came back to reality.
Diego was about to answer her when Carlos had already led her into the inner office and the door closed….
Micaela withdrew her hand and sat down directly at the desk where she had been sitting before, saying in what seemed to her to be a very natural tone:
-What have you got a translation? Take it all out.
Micaela was as uncomfortable as if thorns had sprouted all over her body, and Carlos frowned as he stepped forward and took her by the arm, heading for the living room.
But Micaela looked at the living room door, and a wave of fear rose up inside her, and she unconsciously tried to break free:
-Carlos, what are you doing?
-Carlos, what are you doing, let me go?
Carlos’ footsteps stopped. It was the first time he called her name today.
He turned around and took her in his arms as hard as he could.
-No, I won’t let you go, no matter what!
Only then did Micaela feel that she had just overreacted, her face pressed against his chest, and only after a long moment did she say in a muffled voice:
-I’m sorry…
Her heart ached. It was clear that he was the person she trusted the most and loved the most, but unconsciously she kept trying to push him away….
-Micaela, don’t do this…. -Carlos put his arms around her and whispered in her ear.
Even though she was in his arms, she seemed incredibly distant.
Carlos hated this feeling, even when he had met her at the hotel, she had never had such a feeling of rejection….
Micaela wanted to wrap her arms around him, but the thought that she wasn’t worthy kept running through her head.
“How can I be worthy of such a perfect Carlos when I’m so dirty?”
She was both glad and heartbroken to hear Carlos say that he wouldn’t let her go, no matter what. She believed Carlos wouldn’t let her, but she couldn’t do what she used to do…..
She wanted to pretend that nothing had happened, but she couldn’t do it, she didn’t dare to look him in the eyes….
the closeness, the tenderness and consideration of the man, everything reminded her more of that unpleasant night…
-Carlos… I’m going back to the Fanslan neighborhood… I’m a bit dizzy…
Carlos let go of her and looked at her, then felt her forehead.
“You don’t have a fever.”
He was relieved, and whispered:
-Rest here, there’s no French to translate, sleep well.
Micaela shook her head:
-I want to go home.
Carlos compromised, took her hand and left.
Micaela kept trying to take his hand back:
-That, you’re too busy, just ask Diego to take me?
Carlos stopped in his tracks and looked back at her, his deep eyes were like an infinite sea, full of all kinds of emotions, sadness, sorrow, disappointment, a hint of anger that he was trying to repress, and more heartache….
But the person who had provoked those mixed emotions in him had his head down, unwilling to look at him….
He took a deep breath, his grip on her hand tightened a few degrees and his tone was strong:
-Either I take you back, or be a good girl and sleep here, your choice.
Micaela just stared at the hand she held tightly for a long moment before saying.
-Let’s go then.
Diego watched in amazement as the two walked out again, and this time, Carlos’ face was so cold he was about to freeze!
“What’s the matter, why aren’t they surrounded by pink bubbles when these two people appear together? Anyone who is not blind can see how sweet they are to each other, what is the meaning of this picture today?”
All the way, Micaela looked out the window with her head on one side, her face pale and both hands clenched into small fists on her chest, revealing her nervousness and uneasiness….
The Barrio Fanslan did not take long to arrive, Micaela said she would go up alone, Carlos did not listen to her, but took her by the hand and led her to the door.
He pushed the door by entering the code and, with a single force, closed it in one fluid motion as he pulled her inside.
She leaned her back against the back of the door, caught between his arms and the door….
-Micaela, let’s talk.
Micaela’s heart was beating so fast, as if it had never beat like this before, as if it was about to crash into her chest, leaving her breathless…..
Yes, she wanted to talk to him too, she could not do it as if nothing had happened, guilt, weakness, and low self-esteem almost overwhelmed her….
Without daring to look at him, she stared at the third button on his collar and whispered:
-Well, I’ll say it first….
-No, me first,” Carlos interrupted her, leaning one hand on the door, lifting her chin with the other, and ordering. Look at me.
Micaela saw his deep eyes and for a second she was about to look away, but he stopped her and she had to meet his convincing gaze….
Carlos finally saw her clear eyes, which at that moment were so full of sadness that they made his heart ache.
-Do you remember what I told you in Mangzarent Nation?
Of course she remembered…..
Carlos’ voice was low and magnetic:
-You’re in my heart, the purest angel…