Carlos was standing by the window, his eyes looking out, but his thoughts were not on the outside view.
During his absence from the office for a few days, Tomas was looking for the papers in the safe when he saw copies of the materials he had locked away for the purchase of gems for the incoming Salamonsa.
It was he who was careless and must have put it in the other safe.
Now, Tomas spoke out very strongly against it.
-Brother, why did you request the plan to go to Salamonsa to get gems when grandfather and dad, even mom, have repeatedly stressed to you that you can’t go to Salamonsa? Is it because you still want to find your real father?
Carlos was silent and didn’t take a position or explain to her that he had gone to Salamonsa, not because of her origins, those were not on his mind at all, the fact that the girl was from Salamonsa and that she might have the time-limited contract that was killing her was something he wasn’t sure he could tell Tomas.
He believed that Tomas could be by his side in anything, but alone, he wasn’t sure about going to Salamonsa himself….
The mind recalled going back earlier for New Year’s Eve, Victor’s disgust for Salamonsa, the obvious hostility towards his own mother from that country….
Bianca’s sudden intrusion interrupted their conversation, and since Tomas hadn’t bothered to ask Diego, he shouldn’t talk to Victor for a while until he got his own answer.
But whether Victor knows it or not, whether he objects or not, this trip to Salamonsa is a must….
Feeling Micaela’s footsteps as she retreated backwards, Carlos quickly straightened the stony expression on his face, she was not yet to know, one thing led to another, and telling would inevitably bring out the writing in her too, unsettling her for good….
Micaela returns to the study just in time to see Carlos taking a seat in the leather armchair at the back of the office.
Micaela approached him curiously.
-Carlos, what’s wrong? Did something happen at the office? Why don’t you look happy at all?
Carlos raised his eyes towards the girl and stretched out his hand towards her.
Micaela put her hand in his palm and Carlos grabbed it tightly, pulling her to sit in his arms.
-Carlos said, “Girl, why should I be happy, are you happy to see Tomas?
Micaela was a bit dumbfounded with the question, and ah well, it’s Tomas’ father-in-law who is going to be a father, not that it has much to do with Carlos….
He himself is happy because he is happy to see Bianca happy and, it is always a joy when a new life comes along….
Carlos kissed her on the lips.
-When you have our baby, you will see how happy I am.
Micaela went back to the time of her pregnancy and put her arms around his neck.
She had seen him, he was so nervous and precious, but in the end it was an empty joy, her disappointment, she remembered it all clearly now….
Little face buried in the collar of his shirt in shame….
Smelling the sweet scent of her body, Carlos tightened his arms and felt extraordinarily content inside, he let time stand forever, without the damned contract, without worries, without fear….
The phone on the table blinked and he picked it up, looked at it before hanging it up, his thin lips searching for her ear to whisper to her.
-Girl, I’ve asked Diego to make an appointment with Angela, the designer of Yakydiza’s wedding dress, to find a time tomorrow to talk to her about the requirements of the wedding dress design.
Angela?
Micaela was frozen, she was a fashionable wedding dress designer, rumor had it that you had to book a year or more in advance to have her make you a custom dress!
And Carlos got her to come to Teladia?
Just to talk about design requirements?
Micaela was so excited she didn’t know what to say, and only after a long time did she ask.
-So I’ll let Alba know to join us, where is the appointment, outside or at work?
Carlos raised an eyebrow, company or not, let Angela come and by the way let the girl keep herself company at the office.
-Well, the girl will come to the office with me tomorrow.
Carlos wanted to kiss her again, her happy face infected him with joy and made him want to be closer to her, but Micaela was already up and running out of the room excited.
-I’m going to call Alba!
A small laugh escaped Carlos, rarely do I see her so happy….
He knew, of course, that the girl was looking forward to her wedding as much as he was, and that he would give her all the romance in the world….
At that moment Alba is in Ernesto’s arms in the living room watching the broadcast of the images of Micaela’s audition.
-The camera crew is probably biased, right? So many models on stage and so many shots given to Micaela?
Ernesto looked at the TV and spat as he popped a peeled orange into his mouth.
Alba grunted triumphantly and ate the honey-sweet orange with her mouth open, without taking her eyes off the screen.
-It can’t be helped, my Micaela comes into focus!
Swallowing the orange in his mouth, he continued.
-The Micaela of the stage is not the same as the Micaela of reality, that slightly aloof elegance, above everyone else, unique, she is also subject to change with the environment, every time she appears on stage Micaela has a different style, no wonder Eric wants to sign her no matter what, and, repeatedly. Micaela is very malleable and Eric Nima has a great eye for talent, whether it’s buying clothes, watching people or seeing things! He has also … well to get to where he is today.
Ernesto grabbed her chin and kissed her, silencing her chatter until she pushed him away in protest and Ernesto released her, eyes deep and voice muffled.
-Honey, complimenting another man in front of your boyfriend, do you think I’m dead?
Alba struggled to get out of his arms.
-Don’t tease me, will you? I treat Eric like a sister.
Ernesto grabbed her arms to prevent her from loosening her grip and insisted.
-Then her gender is male too!
Alba couldn’t help but laugh at his jealous look and stopped struggling, throwing her hand around his neck and snuggling into his arms in a rare compromise.
-Well, I was wrong, I was wrong!
As her red lips moved in to kiss him, the cell phone on the nightstand rang.
She immediately dropped it and turned to pick up her phone.
Ernesto cursed, he saw that it was Micaela calling and immediately remembered that she wanted to talk to Alba about something, he also wanted to talk to his darling, but she beat him to it….
Listening to their conversation, it was clear that they were talking about custom-made wedding dresses. Seeing the joyful and happy smile on her face, Ernesto felt immensely satisfied, and as his mind imagined how beautiful she would look in her wedding dress, a slight uneasiness arose in his heart….
Today and Matthew chatted about marriage, he is naturally in favor of it, but also some concern, when she forgets him do not be afraid, he will have to chase her again sooner or later, fear, the wedding, or the eve of the wedding, suddenly forget him and refuse to marry him, what to do, he is more than eager to marry her again….
As he watched her make an appointment with Micaela, Ernesto again clasped Alba in his arms and kissed her from head to toe, so that Alba became passionate and responded passionately, but Ernesto released her and pressed his forehead against hers, asking in a muffled voice.
-Baby, tell me, who is the man you love the most?
Alba’s eyes filled with a dense wetness and suddenly her drunkenness wore off a little. She, who had never said those three words to him, was afraid of forgetting him and unconsciously felt that by keeping quiet and not admitting it she ran less risk of forgetting him, but she didn’t want to disappoint him either and whispered.
-You know it….
-I want to hear you say, baby, tell me, who is the man you love the most?
Looking at the emotion that welled up in her deep eyes, she unconsciously said
-It’s Ernesto…
Ernesto felt a little more comfortable and tightened his arms to take her by the waist, to which Alba was quick to refuse.
-Don’t do it, your hand is not completely healed yet!
Wounded for 100 days, before Micaela was still in the hospital that time, he picked her up, she was also careless at that time forgot that her left hand is not completely healed, a few days later to see her left hand again some unnatural, she was very self-conscious ….
Ernesto took her anyway and went to the master bedroom.
-It’s okay, it’s good and slow at best?
-Bastard, no way, like this…..
Ernesto laid her down on the fluffy mattress and immediately gagged at her lips.
The lights were off, the room was dark, and in the darkness came his voice
-Remember, baby, the man you love most is named Ernesto.
Alba’s floating consciousness is charged with these words alone.
The man she loves most is Ernesto, Ernesto…