It must be Carlos coming back!
Micaela hurried out of bed, put on her slippers and went to open the door.
Micaela paused, her heart beating faster as she looked at him and asked carefully.
-Carlos, Ernesto he….
Carlos hugged her in his room and closed the door behind him, rubbing his head with a heavy tone.
-The accident was serious and she is still in intensive care.
Micaela winces backwards, she’s still in ICU, that’s life threatening and not out of danger?
-How can it be so bad…..
Carlos was also upset.
-The crash was very tragic, the force of the impact was very great and it was towards the driver’s side, luckily the airbags deployed, otherwise I’m afraid it would have been a direct….
Micaela’s heart missed a beat so bad….
After a long moment, Carlos looked at Micaela and said discreetly.
-Ernesto will pull through?
Micaela asked, still stunned with disbelief.
-Why was there a car accident?
-The surveillance video I went to confirms that the driver at fault was drunk and hit Ernesto, who was waiting at a red light, and the man died on the spot.
Carlos’s brow furrowed, that image was really too sinister….
Micaela, with her little head in Carlos’ arms, smelling his familiar scent to calm her restless heart, asks.
-So, what should Alba do now?
Carlos thought about Mateo’s words and said slowly.
-Ernesto was on the phone with Mateo when the accident happened, and before he lost consciousness, he repeatedly explained to him not to tell Alba, so let’s see what happens with Ernesto first, and I’m sure he’ll pull through.
Micaela is getting sadder and sadder, Ernesto really, all he thinks about is Alba….
He didn’t want Alba to know because he didn’t want her to blame herself again for the accident, and to feel that it was her fault what happened, and that she would be even less willing to accept it in the future….
Yes, if Ernesto doesn’t move on, then simply forgetting about it would be the best thing for Alba, not to carry the shadow and the weight of his heart….
This was Ernesto’s intention, before he lost consciousness completely, for Alba, she understood, Carlos understood, Mateo understood….
Micaela got more and more upset thinking about Ernesto’s deep love and hugged Carlos tightly…
At dawn, Carlos’ people at the hospital sent word that Ernesto’s vital signs were stable and that he had been moved out of the ICU and placed in the VIP ward.
Carlos sighed in relief and looked down at Micaela in his arms, she had slept restlessly all night, her hands had wrapped around his waist and she would only now be asleep….
Thin lips kissed her cheek and hugged her a few inches tighter, Micaela was extraordinarily serious about all the friends around her….
After thinking about it, she reached for her phone and sent a message to Eric, asking him to delay Micaela’s work a bit and that he couldn’t work without taking her to the hospital to see Ernesto.
In the middle of the day, Eric was asked to give Alba some work, to get rid of her for a while.
As we ate breakfast together at the table, Alba felt, for the umpteenth time, that everything around her was strange, familiar and yet a little unfamiliar.
Sofia looked at her without appetite and asked.
-Miss Alba, is breakfast not to your liking?
Alba smiled hastily and said.
-No, it’s delicious, it’s just that I feel a little strange, like I haven’t had Sofia’s hand in a long time in general?
Micaela’s heart stuttered with happiness and sadness.
Happy that she still has the slightest impression of not having lived here for a long time, and sad that the man who made her breakfast is now in the hospital….
Sofia was about to speak when she received a suggestive look from the Mr. ito and hurriedly swallowed what she wanted to say….
Alba did not move to look at Carlos, who was taking care of Micaela’s breakfast with incredible naturalness, and her heart became more and more complicated, and suddenly she also admired a little, how she had survived this unrequited love so far….
Getting ready to leave for Brillantella, Micaela’s phone on the table rang and Alba picked it up seeing that it was Eric, who upon hearing that it was Alba, spoke in a joking tone, saying.
-Alba, the brand has an emergency, Micaela’s shooting has been postponed for half a day, she doesn’t have to come in the morning, but you have to come and help me choose the posters for the next issue, I’m getting mad!
Alba hadn’t had time to rejoice and only had time to go buy a phone, so she had to give up and order one online.
After hanging up the phone, Alba looked bitterly at Micaela, who was knotting Carlos’ tie, who was slightly bent over, allowing Micaela to put it on, her hands moving deftly….
Carlos looks at the girl in front of him, his eyes are tender and affectionate, the image is extraordinarily beautiful….
Alba looked away and was filled with envy.
-Micaela, for the first time you don’t have to go to Brillantella, but I do.
Carlos sniffed and reached out to take the girl in front of him in his arms, his low voice was not too loud, just enough for everyone present to hear.
-That’s right, Micaela is coming to the office to help me translate into French.
The French translation is a lie, but the desire for Micaela’s company is real, isn’t it?
Alba thought lightly, forcing herself not to show an unnatural expression….
Micaela knotted her tie, enclosed in the man’s wide arms, and looked at Carlos with some hesitation, saying with her eyes, I want to stay with Alba….
Carlos, however, seemed not to have noticed, urging.
-Come on, it’s time to go, Diego is downstairs.
Micaela, suddenly guessing that she might have to go to the hospital, hurriedly released her grip and turned to grab her purse, taking the phone from Alba’s hand and looking at her.
-Alba, then go and wait for me at Brillantella, I’ll come this afternoon, no, I’ll come at noon and we’ll have lunch together!.
Alba’s heart suddenly warmed and the dejection she had just felt vanished. Micaela was more important than Carlos and she had to keep the secret whatever happened….
-Good! Then I’ll order a nice meal for lunch and wait for you to join me.
Downstairs, Alba got into her car and looked at the pretty decorations she was wearing, a gift from Carlos…..
-Alba, do you think this ornament was given to you by Carlos in passing?
Micaela’s words suddenly sounded in her mind, familiar and strange at the same time, Alba was a little surprised how she could think about this, who else could it be if not Carlos, it was because it was from him that she appreciated it….
-Alba, take care of yourself on the way, I’ll be there before noon.
Micaela’s voice rang in her ears and Alba looked again through the car window at Micaela, who was crouched down with a worried face, and suddenly frowned.
-Micaela, what’s wrong with you, why do I feel like you’re acting weird today?
Micaela hurried to stand up, was it too obvious?
Alba didn’t think much about it either, and remembering something she hurried to say.
-You’ll have to remember to hurry my clothes, they must be all disinfected, right?
Micaela nods hurriedly.
-Mmmm! I’ll hurry.
Alba looked in the rearview mirror at Carlos who was waiting a short distance away, waved to Micaela and started the car to leave.
Micaela walked over to Carlos, who opened the back seat, sticking his head in as he did so, and then sat down himself, asking.
-Micaela, what’s the dress?
Micaela is also a little speechless when she thinks about the panic she had yesterday.
-Didn’t Alba move all her clothes to Ernesto’s house? When she asked me yesterday, I told her that I had found cockroaches in her room and that I had taken all the clothes to be disinfected.
Diego, who was sitting in front, snorted with laughter. It was too much to take all the clothes to be disinfected when there were cockroaches.
Receiving a glare from his own president, he hurried to contain his laughter.
Carlos reached out and rubbed Micaela’s head in praise.
-Micaela made a good point.
Micaela blushed a little, what good was lying, looked expectantly at Carlos and asked.
-Are we going to go to the hospital to see Ernesto?