Alba returned with Brillantella still dizzy from it all.
Carlos has left and Micaela has reached an agreement with him not to interfere in another -encounter- between Alba and Ernesto.
Instead of explaining her past with Ernesto, convincing her and then accepting it, we should let them go on like this, and anyway, the truth will come out sooner or later, so let them throw it around….
-Micaela, I’m going to fall in love!
-Micaela, do you think I’m crazy for being so happy when he hasn’t rejected me?
-Micaela, they say there’s a veil between a woman and a man, I can definitely beat his ex-girlfriend and take over his heart, right?
In the studio, Alba annoys Micaela with her advice whenever she is free, and Micaela smiles as if she is in love….
Ernesto has been chasing her for a long time, now let Ernesto know what it’s like to be chased, Micaela is looking forward to it…..
Eric’s jaw almost dropped when he stood still, to go after another man?
Is it true that pretty women are womanizers too?
It was clear that Alba hadn’t felt this before.
Eric asked cautiously.
-Alba, who are you talking about?
Alba looked at Eric and said excitedly.
-His name is Ernesto! I tell you he’s so handsome and he cooks! He’s so charming when he cooks…
Eric made a face like he had been struck by lightning for a long time, rolled his eyes and walked away….
Alba and Mr. Mancebo are very good at it, after you chase me, I chase you…. And the ex-girlfriends?
-Hey, Eric, I’m not finished yet!
Micaela was relieved to see Alba so happy, there are things that you really don’t have to worry too much about, it will always come in the best way….
Alba’s heart was pounding at the thought of her words. Before leaving work, she started thinking about what an injured person should eat, and when she discovered that she could have bone broth, she went to the supermarket and bought the ingredients.
When the soup is ready, all the oil is carefully removed from the top of the soup.
Injured people should not drink too much oil.
Micaela huddled against the door frame, watching Alba in her joyful activities, full of happiness.
The bond between her and Ernesto is also wonderful.
Carlos returned just in time to run into Alba in the foyer, who was changing her shoes.
-Hello, Mr. Aguayo so early today!
Seeing the frankness of her fearless eyes, Carlos’ thin lips softly teasing, it seems Ernesto is magic to this woman too….
Micaela walked over and looked at Alba, asking knowingly.
-Are you sure you don’t want to go there after dinner at home? Alba, you don’t know him well enough to dive in head first.
Alba changed her shoes and said without hesitation.
-Micaela, don’t worry, I’ve got it under control! I’m leaving.
Then, carrying the thermos, she left without looking back.
With a smile on his lips, Carlos picked Micaela up in his arms.
-Micaela could try to get into acting.
Micaela blushes a little, looks at him and lowers her eyes, fiddling with the buttons on her chest.
-That’s not satisfactory Ernesto, in fact, it feels funny to be reunited like this! Fall in love again…
Looking at her face with a bit of envy, Carlos pushed Micaela against the wall with a single force, lifting her chin and looking at her with deep eyes.
-Envious? Well, shall we try it too?
Micaela’s hand on his chest unconsciously tried to push him away, thinking that Sofia was still in the kitchen, and when she heard him, she actually looked at him with some interest and a somewhat torn look.
-So, who is it better to forget?
Carlos’s thin lips came to hers and kissed her hard.
-Honey, do you really want to? No! Don’t forget me for a minute, not even for a second.
Micaela, caught up in this fantasy and somewhat uncontrollably, asked again.
-And what if you forget about me?
Carlos kissed her directly on the lips, his dominant breath running over her, kissing her until she forgot that there was anyone else in the room….
-Not silly, you little fool!
A low, muffled voice sounded against her lips.
Micaela, too, was finally forced to suspend this fantasy and found herself wrapped in his arms as he headed for the house.
This way, Alba excitedly raised the thermos to the fifteenth floor of the inpatient unit.
Ernesto, lying on the bed, looked at the location on his phone, his thin lips turned up, and actually approached, clearly at noon extraordinarily embarrassed to walk away….
It’s quite rare to see such a twisted Alba….
Looking at his phone again, Ernesto silently counted in his mind, five, four, three, two….
The door to the living room is pushed open and Alba walks in.
Ernesto tapped the screen of his phone.
Seeing that she was carrying a thermos bucket in her hand, Ernesto raised an eyebrow; had this woman who didn’t know salt from sugar made him a soup?
Or what restaurant had she filled it?
Alba closed the door and approached, trying to speak in the most natural tone possible.
-Ernesto, I’m bringing you the food, you can’t eat what the nurse brings!
Ernesto’s mind remembered what she had told him when she found out he was face-blind and told him what she had said.
-I forgot about you, and you’re not allowed to like other women!
A bit of a laugh, and very bossy…..
He made a move to get out of bed and Alba hurried to put the thermos on the dining room table, then ran to help him take the IV out of his head, held it, followed the IV tube, saw the swelling on the back of his right hand where the needle had been stuck, and asked curiously.
-Did it take you long to take the picture? Is it swollen like that?
Ernesto looked at the back of his hand and sighed faintly.
In fact, this is yesterday vigorously pulled the injury, this girl yesterday noon broke in hastily, shook his thoughts and left, he saw his way out, he unconsciously had to chase, the result pulled this, the bottle straight down, was a good doctor complained, fortunately the needle did not break?
Sitting at the table, Alba hung up the dropper, then cheerfully went to the kitchen to get sterilized dishes and serve soup and rice.
Ernesto examines the homemade food and raises an eyebrow at her.
-Did you make it?
Alba didn’t dare look at him and admitted sheepishly.
-Yes, I did.
Half-heartedly, thinking that later, after going out, he would surely find out that she didn’t know how to cook at all, nor be honest.
-Actually, no, Sofia made the rice, but, I made the soup! I also went to buy the ingredients.
Ernesto was extraordinarily touched, a blessing in disguise, to be able to taste this girl’s own soup.
Alba insisted on filling up for two and ate happily with him.
Thinking back to the first time I saw him, when he was busy in the kitchen and the smell of rice was in the air, I asked curiously.
-Ernesto, aren’t you a good cook?
Ernesto is content to eat the soup his girlfriend makes him, in fact he wants to take a picture of it?
Well, he tasted good, I guess Sofia taught him by hand.
A long time before saying.
-Medium average, third in the world.
Alba snorted in amusement.
-That’s great, I don’t know how to cook, you’re covered for cooking in the future.
Ernesto was a little speechless, true to the girls’ nature, she said she was chasing him and now she’s thinking of enslaving him?
Ernesto was in a good mood with her by his side, and for the first time in days, his appetite was so good that he ate his fill, especially the soup, saving half a bowl for Alba and leaving the rest for her.
Alba was so happy that she offered to put the dishes away and go wash them, Ernesto looked at the hand hanging on his chest and gave up fighting it, knowing that in the past that had been his job….
I washed the dishes and came out to see the nurse picking up Ernesto’s IV and speaking softly to him….
Alba frowned, yes, those nurses were lusting after Ernesto and bringing him food in the middle of the day!
Alba heads straight to the table and approaches Ernesto, in an extraordinarily soft voice.
-Honey, let’s watch TV!
Ernesto’s mouth broke into a smile, how could he not know what she meant, and gently, she put her hand on his shoulders and stood up, looked at the nurse and spoke in a cold voice.
-Out.
The nurse left with a sigh of relief, there seemed to be no hope for this handsome man…..
Alba was very pleased with herself, thinking that Ernesto must be in love with her.
The two watch TV together, Alba asking questions, for the sake of getting to know each other, and Ernesto in a very good mood, answering them all and occasionally asking some in turn, and the time passes quickly, nine o’clock.
Alba picked up her bag and stood up.
-Hey, it’s late, get used to it early, I’ll see you tomorrow…..
Ernesto repressed the urge to leave her behind.
For Alba, who has just met, this move, is too hasty….
Watching her back as she left, Ernesto stayed lost for a while, wishing that tomorrow would come soon….
For the next ten days, Alba devoted herself to chasing Ernesto with all her might, literally running to the hospital every chance she got, staying up until 9 p. m. every night, watching Ernesto look better and better, the gauze coming off his head and looking better and better….
Tonight, he sat on the couch awkwardly peeling apples, already talking to her rudely, now even more familiarly as if she were already his girlfriend.
-Ernesto, did you really fall alone with this injury? How did you fall so badly?
Ernesto, sitting next to her, stared unblinkingly at the fruit knife in his hand, so worried that he might accidentally hurt his hand, and said absently.
-When people are in the doldrums, they can’t even drink water without filling their teeth, don’t you know that?
Alba looked at him, no longer in doubt, and agreed.
-Also.
Seeing that he had been paying attention to the apple in her hand, she also looked at the one in her hand, with much of the flesh peeled off, and finally became a little embarrassed.
-I remember I used to be good at peeling apples, I don’t know why I’m so bad at it all of a sudden, er, you’ll have to eat it.
Said the man, handing him a peeled apple.
Ernesto took the apple and looked at it warily, without speaking, and ate the apple.
Before?
What apple had I eaten before that he hadn’t peeled?
I haven’t touched a fruit knife in half a year, naturally rusty?
Alba took out paper, wiped her hands and coughed unnaturally.
-That, Ernesto, look, I’ve been chasing you for many days, isn’t it time for you to take a stand.