There was no telling how long it had been, he felt like seeing Alba all of a sudden, so he went straight up to the third floor.
The door to Alba’s room was unlocked, he pushed it open and entered. The light was on, the little woman was sleeping peacefully, her hair spread out on the pillow like seaweed, with that flushed face and crimson lips, it was as if she was the angel on Earth.
The other day when she took Micaela and Olivia home, Ernesto heard outside the room that she didn’t want to fall in love with him, did she happen to be afraid of forgetting him?
When he was with her in private, Ernesto always had a slight feeling of distance, was this because she did not want to fall in love with him and was purposely repressing this emotion?
After looking at her for a while, he felt like lying down with her. But he had not bathed, there were no extra clothes here either, so he simply sat down on the floor, reached out and took Alba’s hand in his.
Compared to his large hand, hers was so small and slender.
This delicate woman had been through such a tragedy, which left her with such a severe sequel.
But the rascal of her didn’t even say a word to him, she was holding on alone in fear of forgetting him.
In fact, had she been in love with him for a long time?
The moment when Alba did not want to forget him was when he began to enter her heart. In order for him not to disappear in her memory, she had a lot of trouble repressing this affection.
But, if one was really in love, it was uncontrollable.
In this world there were two things one could not control by oneself, one was coughing, the other was love.
Ernesto kissed Alba’s hand with red eyes.
He could feel that this woman was going to lose control of her feelings for him.
Was she going to forget him completely or was she going to remember him forever and live together happily?
When Alba woke up, she felt someone was holding her hand, she already imagined who it was going to be. She opened her eyes and saw that Ernesto was leaning against the side of the bed and was sound asleep in her arms. Due to a long journey on foot, Ernesto had tanned, which made him more manly.
Alba thought to herself “This silly little guy, why doesn’t he sleep in bed?”
She let out a beautiful smile that even she didn’t realize it, her heart beat faster watching him, she got up at once, took a deep breath and shook her head.
Her movements woke Ernesto up.
He looked at Alba being afraid that Alba was going to ask him angrily who it was and why he was in her room.
Just thinking about this, Ernesto felt a sharp pain in his chest.
-Ernesto, what’s wrong with you? Why do you have that look on your face if you just got up?
Alba approached him, looking at him in surprise with her hands on the bed.
Seeing this, Ernesto could be relieved, reached out, grabbed her arm and wrapped his arms around her with a single tug.
If in the end she forgot him, he could not bear this pain, if she started to forget him since she fell in love with him, he would rather go back to being Carlos’ double, as long as she could remember him.
In just a few seconds, Alba pushed him impatiently.
-Ernesto, you smell bad, don’t you know how to wash? You can wear my brother’s shirt, ask him for it.
Ernesto raised his head looking at her, he said in a calm voice,
-Alba, I’m going home now, today you’re going to Brillantella by yourself.
Having said this, he got up and left quickly without looking back.
Alba wanted to stop him, but did not manage to touch his shirt.
-Verrugo, you get angry so easily, I was thinking of coming back with you, we’ll see about that!
After washing up, Alba went down the stairs.
The servers had already prepared breakfast.
Alba asked,
-Where is my brother?
Miss, Mr. Gilabert went to the company in the morning.
Alba was disappointed, he was always like that, in his mind only the company, he put it behind everything, very few times they ate together during the whole year.
But she had gotten used to it.
When she was at home, she kept lamenting this.
After breakfast, Alba called Micaela.
Micaela’s voice sounded a little strange, but Alba didn’t pay much attention to her, but said,
-Have you asked Eric if we’re going to Brillantella today?
-I haven’t asked him yet.
So far Alba noticed that Micaela’s voice was a little different, you could faintly hear that someone was crying.
-Micaela, what’s wrong? Who’s crying?
Micaela sighed.
Alba became very worried and kept asking,
-Micaela, what happened? Where are you? Where is Carlos?
-I’m in Nyisrenda, yes, it’s Bianca who’s crying, I don’t know what happened either, she won’t stop crying and she won’t tell me anything, Carlos has gone there.
-There? Where to?
Alba took the car key immediately, said she was going to look for them now, and hung up the phone right away.
Micaela put the cell phone aside, turned around and walked to Bianca, sat down next to her, gave her some napkins comforting her in a low voice,
-Bianca, don’t cry, if something happens, tell me, has Tomas messed with you?
Bianca shook her head very strongly, at the same time she was sobbing trying to calm down.
-Last night, Elisa didn’t want to leave.
Bianca paused, said,
-Actually, it wasn’t the first time she didn’t want to leave, in fact, it wasn’t convenient for us to expel her, that’s why we put her in the guest room, but she didn’t want to leave us alone, insisting that I couldn’t be in the same room as Tomas. So Tomas gave up his master bedroom to me and went to the second bedroom. This morning when I woke up I noticed he wasn’t up, so I went to call him, I saw Elisa lying down with him!
Bianca said it all at once, she felt a strong pain in her heart and immediately tears fell again.
Micaela was so shocked that she covered her mouth, she still didn’t know what exactly had happened, how was it possible!
At that instant, Bianca felt a strong dizziness and did not know what to do, she ran away in a hurry, passing by Carlos’ chalet, she went inside.
At that moment, Carlos and Micaela were having breakfast, seeing that the two were so happy, Bianca became even more sad and cried again.
Bianca did not stop crying, Micaela left the cutlery and approached her, she asked her many times, but she did not say anything, at this moment, Carlos frowned as if something was occurring to him, he said he was going to do something and left.
A little later, Micaela said firmly,
-Bianca, this must be a misunderstanding.
Bianca was having a hard time getting over it for having seen it, even if Elisa came into her room herself, would a man be raped by a little woman like Elisa?
She saw with her own eyes that the two of them were naked in bed.