Carlos and Micaela went back to Barrio Fanslan and said they would only drink a little, but they drank more anyway, and together with Carlos they also drank a lot.
After washing up, Carlos stood behind Micaela with a hairdryer and tousled her hair, his long fingers intertwined with her hair, his eyes rested from time to time on the mirror, Micaela’s little face was rosy and lovely from the wine she had drunk and from the fact that she had just finished her shower….
When she had almost finished blowing, Carlos turned off the dryer and Micaela remembered that there was one thing she had not told him and turned sharply, looking at him.
-Carlos, I’m physically fine, why don’t I go back to Brillantella tomorrow to catch up on the work I missed?
Carlos bends down, picks up the girl, takes a few steps to the bed and lays her down. Micaela knows what he is up to and cooperates obediently.
Carlos deliberately went to wash his hands and came back to see Micaela already lying down, a slight smile lifted the corners of his lips, he brought the ointment from the bedside table, sat on the edge of the bed and lifted Micaela’s nightgown, the ointment took effect, the marks on her snow white skin were much better compared to the horrible appearance before.
-Are you sure she’s all right?
Carlos asked softly, gently smearing the ointment on the wound.
Delicate skin, like fine silk, soft and silky?
-Mmm! It’s all right! I’ll take care of it, and I certainly won’t get too tired!
Micaela said anxiously, just in case he was still insecure and wanted her to continue resting at home….
Carlos’ eyes deepened, fire dancing in his gaze as he looked at the girl, her long dark hair draped over the pillow, outlining her small face more and more delicately, her pretty eyes full of expectation as she looked at him….
The man’s hands moved, half-heartedly, before he spat out a few words.
-Well.
Eric doesn’t dare assign her too much of a workload either. After so long cooped up at home, she’s almost regained the pounds she’s lost, if they don’t let her go back to work, Micaela will go crazy….
Micaela, now relieved, reacted as an afterthought and reached out to take his hand, her face suddenly flushed.
-Carlos…
His thin lips took on a lovely curve as he leaned in, resting his elbows on her side, his voice low and muffled, his deep eyes looking down at her.
-Micaela?
The girl’s face flushed red and she bit her lip.
This shy look was Carlos’s favorite, his forehead pressed against hers, a slight effort to turn his back on her, a hint of amusement in his husky voice.
He said, gently touching her lips.
-Don’t bite, let me do it…..
Micaela closed her eyes, her heart beating incredibly fast, and half wrapped her arms around his neck, acquiescing to his actions….
In the past he had been extraordinarily forceful, aware of her injuries, and had not touched her in ten days, and although she had not refused, he still only kissed her for a while at a time before letting her go….
Today it shouldn’t be necessary to hold back, should it?
But Micaela had underestimated how much this man appreciated her and feared hurting her.
Before she became unmanageable, Carlos withdrew his hand, breathing a little agitated, straightened up, covered her with the blankets and ordered in a mute voice.
-Go to bed, I’m going to take a shower.
Micaela clung to the blankets, her eyes fogged with water, biting her slightly swollen lips as she watched his back, eager to speak.
Carlos was quick to get out, turn off the lights and deliberately lay down away from Micaela, not coming over to cuddle her in his arms as he always did.
Micaela waited a long time, but when he didn’t move, she shifted on herself and reached out to embrace him….
Carlos instantly feels that the cold shower was useless, maybe he feels better with less wine right now…
Without giving him a chance to refuse, the girl lifted her head, moved closer and kissed him on the lips, and after a second of hesitation, the man reached out and hugged her….
Micaela was glad the lights were off so he couldn’t see her blushing face, and she was getting more and more dazed and confused thinking, er, this should, deserve it….
She thought everything was going to go on as normal when suddenly Carlos reached up and pulled the blanket over her, wrapping it tightly around her.
-Good girl, go to sleep.
The voice was muffled to the core.
A little stupefied, Micaela struggled to free herself from the blanket and, extraordinarily moved by his prudence, plucked up the courage to say.
-Carlos, don’t mind ….
This invitation is killing Carlos.
-Micaela, behave yourself, we have to listen to the doctor….
Enrique has said no for the next half month and Carlos plans to make a trip to the hospital for a follow-up appointment before leaving Micaela at Brillantella tomorrow….
He finally realized that last year, when he received a gunshot wound, Micaela was so insistent on not letting him touch her because they valued each other too much and feared that the slightest carelessness would delay her body’s recovery….
The doctor’s words carried so much weight that Carlos did not suspect for a moment that Enrique’s explanation was a deliberate attempt to screw him….
Hands around his neck, voice like a gnat.
-It’s very good, I know my own body, I even looked it up on the internet….
He also wants to get better fast, so he eats whatever Sofia cooks for him, anything to replenish his blood, and fortify his….
Carlos was a little agitated by the desire he felt for her, of course he wanted her, but he was more worried about hurting her and asked uneasily:
-Really?
The girl repressed her shyness and answered affirmatively.
-Really.
Carlos sniffed and immediately pulled the sheets aside and took her in his arms, not forgetting to explain before kissing her.
-Micaela, tell me right away if you don’t feel well.
-Well…
Later on, Micaela regretted her ‘yes’…
The girl’s subconscious answer instantly made the man’s blood boil, the shy and introverted babe would never say such inciting words by nature, but today it was an unexpected gain….
After a while of satisfaction, Carlos picks up the phone.
How could he forget that he could Google it, and once he looked it up, his brow furrowed.
Enrique is having too much fun!
He dropped the phone and clasped the girl in his arms, his thin lips on her earlobe.
For the next three months, Enrique felt Carlos’ revenge and lived a life of misery and hardship. The hospital had become his home and every day he was busy with all kinds of jobs.
They met Gael Mariano, who had also received a good beating, and they hated each other so much that they swore they wouldn’t dare hit Carlos, but of course, that’s for later….