Nice handwriting on the screen.
My Katarina, why torture yourself like this…..
I can give you time, give you distance, give you absolute silence, I wait for you to discover that all those supposed right and wrong, put upon us are meaningless, love is love, irresistible.
So, Katarina, I love you, and in this life, I will stick to this one thing, and that is to love you.
If you realize, turn around, I’m coming after you and I’ll wait for you, no need to give me a deadline because I’ll wait for the rest of my life.
Over a hundred words, Katarina read them numerous times, with tears streaming down her face….
Katarina, be brave, this is just the beginning, everything will get better, you can get out of this!
She took a deep, hard breath and clicked on the screen.
Halfway through the day, the screen read.
Is Antonio on the blacklist?
Tears blurred his eyes as Katarina shook his hand and he forced himself to click on….
…
As soon as the break was over, Micaela began rehearsing in earnest and, five days later, embarked on the tour.
The tour will tour eight countries in total, four before the finale, the finale will end and the winner will enter the remaining four tours, followed by an awards ceremony to choose the first and second runner-up. The biggest significance of the tour is to exchange, promote economic development and boost the fashion direction, each fashion show is a sublimation and transformation for the models.
It was a very tight schedule and Micaela had to contact Bianca and Katarina whenever she could.
It was reassuring to know that Katarina had not cut off all contact, as Olivia had done. Katarina would send her messages telling her that she was doing well in Yakydiza, that the scenery was great, that the pace of life was slow and that her mother really liked it there and was adapting to her new life very quickly.
However, he did not mention Antonio.
Not a single word.
She hadn’t asked and Micaela hadn’t offered to mention him.
Bianca had also finally left Teladia and returned to Salamentro to confront Elisa with Tomas.
At first, Micaela thought that perhaps the situation was very positive and that indeed Elisa had changed and was not bothering Tomas. She could not let them down and had to give her best in every show that was coming up.
It’s nighttime in a five-star hotel in Deboma Nation.
Micaela was tired and, after a hot shower, she fell asleep, dried her hair and went to bed.
With Tomas back at Salamentro and Javier assigned to Ernesto, Carlos got busy with Micaela, Diego kept him in the office and occasionally took care of company business himself, often with Micaela on stage and Carlos backstage in the conference room on a videoconference.
Worried that the girl might fall asleep in the bathroom, as had happened to him on that previous occasion, Carlos hurried to finish the task at hand and entered from the outer room, seeing the girl already asleep with the blanket behind her back, the corners of his lips lifted unconsciously in a smile, and he frowned as he approached and found her hair still half-dried.
He brought the hair dryer closer and plugged it into the socket at the foot of the bed, then bent down and lifted the limp girl, who collapsed instantly into Charles’ arms, the pungent fragrance hitting him and making him clench his arms tighter and tighter.
Large hands tangled in her hair, sowing her locks, and a deep voice rang out.
-Micaela behave yourself, dry your hair before going to sleep.
Micaela’s little head rubbed against her arms in a weird pout.
-Mmm~ I’m going to sleep….
The soft tone of voice makes Carlos’ heart melt.
-Good girl, dry off before you go to sleep or you’ll get a headache tomorrow and the headache will affect your game, won’t it?
Does it affect the game?
No, it can’t be affected, every next performance is crucial and she’s getting closer and closer to her goal…..
Struggling to keep his eyelids open and sit up, Carlos gently picked up the hairdryer and blew his hair.
It’s been an exhausting ten days, whether on the plane, on stage or in the rehearsal room, hopping from country to country. Jet lag is the most painful thing for Micaela, who has always had a punctual biological clock, and at this hour, when it’s 2 a. m. in Teladia, that’s when she sleeps soundly, so she’s getting sleepier and sleepier.
Micaela, who had been asleep for a while, regained consciousness at the sound of the hairdryer and watched Carlos carefully drying her hair, with a careful and gentle movement that touched her insides.
His large hands intertwined with her hair, her side perfect in the light, so handsome it made her heart beat faster instantly….
Making sure her hair was dry, Carlos turned off the dryer, rubbed the girl’s head and then kissed her on the lips.
-All right, go to sleep.
Bend over and help her lie down.
The girl closes her eyes.
Seeing her well-behaved face, the corners of Carlos’ lips lifted slightly as he got up and went into the bathroom, and when he came out, he found that the girl was in fact still awake and hanging up her cell phone.
Her phone?
Does the girl finally have a sense of checking attendance or something?
The lock screen of her phone deliberately recorded her fingerprints while she slept, hoping that one day he would surprise her, however, a year later, the girl has not found….
-Carlos, your call just came in, it was Leonardo, I answered it and he said he was fine, do you want to call him back?
Carlos loses some laughs, attendance checks, non-existent….
Lie down next to her and take her in your arms.
-I thought you were checking my phone, but it turns out you just took a call.
Micaela was a little puzzled.
-What’s so great about your phone?
He doesn’t even bother to look at his own phone?
Halfway through, she thought of something and couldn’t help but laugh, so she fell into his arms, walked over to him and kissed him hard on the cheek.
-Carlos do you have to be so cute, others are afraid of their girlfriends looking at their cell phones and you expect me to do it?
To a big man, being complimented on his cuteness didn’t seem like a compliment, and Carlos kissed her hard too, in a threatening tone.
-So, will you check it out?
Micaela felt more and more like laughing, but she was forced to look at him, so she agreed to do so and cooperated by saying.
-Check, you should check, and if you’re seen having the slightest affair with another woman, hmmm!
The girl’s ethereal gaze simply tickled him, and her large hand caressed the top of his head.
-Hey what, how are you going to punish me?
Micaela picked up the phone she had just left on the bedside table.
-I’ll punish you by sleeping on the couch and not touching me!
Carlos raises an eyebrow and grabs her and turns her around so she’s lying in front of him, her soft body in his arms, is she going to be able to resist?
He leaned to the side, his hand supporting her head, his deep eyes looking down at her.
-Are you sure this punishment is mine alone?
Micaela blushes instantly and has to shove the phone into his hand.
-Unlock.
Carlos doesn’t answer and pushes back.
-Solve it yourself.
Micaela unconsciously touches her finger to the fingerprint unlocking area and the screen lights up instantly…