The doctor pushed up his glasses in some surprise, stifled laughter and picked up his glass of water to drink, without interrupting the proposal.
Alba shakes her head, firmly.
-Don’t.
She and Micaela had agreed to marry together and she didn’t want to break that promise.
Ernesto looked aggrieved.
-You can’t be so cruel, you have a son and you want him to follow you without a name, is that it?
The doctor was drinking water and instantly squirted it out?
Alba cried and laughed and pulled him up.
-Stop you…
…
10 o’clock at night.
Diego sends Carlos back to Nyisrenda.
Carlos covered his laptop and pushed the car door down.
-Mr. Carlos…
A maid approached and knocked carefully, and Carlos’s icy eyes looked at her and she was speechless.
-You, you…
Carlos saw that she couldn’t complete a sentence and didn’t bother, turning around to go up the stairs, his hand took the bracelet out of his trouser pocket and he looked at it carefully, although today he had been looking at the chain as soon as he could, he couldn’t resist taking it out.
The woman was Alba whom he recognized naturally, it was just that, the moment she ran past him, the familiar smell that made him unconsciously go after her, and the bracelet, he must have seen it somewhere before….
He pushes the door of the master bedroom and a faint scent of perfume enters through…
Natalia, lying on a large white bed with her long hair falling over the side, covered with a quilt, with thin straps vaguely visible over her rounded shoulders, opens her mouth in style.
-Carlos, you’re back.
Natalia did not stay at the hospital and went to Grupo Aguayo and Nubcancion, as well as Grupo Nunez, which is slowly picking up the pace, after not affecting her travels.
She felt frustrated when she went to Carlos several times to talk to him about the marriage and he told her directly that the company did not discuss personal matters.
Carlos looked at the woman who had suddenly appeared on his bed and his brow furrowed even more, knowing in an instant what the maid downstairs had just tried to tell him.
-Why are you here?
Natalia watched as he stopped in his tracks and lifted the sheets and came downstairs, she was wearing a short black strapless nightgown and stepped forward.
-Shouldn’t you be here? I used to be around here a lot, and everywhere there are traces of what we left behind, and knowing you’ve forgotten, I don’t mind helping you remember.
She said snuggling into Carlos’s arms….
Carlos grabbed her wrist and pulled her away, his deep eyes fixed on her.
Natalia had a look of pain in her eyes and a hint of sadness on her muzzle.
-Carlos, I am the woman you love the most, you used to love to hold me, why now?
The realization that Natalia was the woman he loved the most swirled in Carlos’ mind….
She was the woman he loved the most and he remembered the security he had thrown away before….
He didn’t think he was a promiscuous man touching another woman, so it was really her?
-Carlos, don’t you love me anymore? Is that why you never mentioned marriage or would you touch me?
Natalia had her eyes lowered, afraid to look at him, afraid that the sadness in her eyes wasn’t real enough to move him, yet Carlos somehow found this look of shyness, afraid to look at him, a little familiar….
Carlos remained silent, he couldn’t say yes or no….
Natalia raised her eyes and saw that he seemed less resistant, she moved closer, put her hands on his shoulders, her soft body pressed against him, and stood on tiptoe with her crimson lips moving closer to….
Carlos’ eyes widened as he watched her slowly approach, realizing he felt nothing, not even his breathing was disturbed for a minute, his clenched fists felt the chains in his palms, a surge of guilt washed over him and a force pushed her away.
Natalia was unprepared and fell to the ground in a heap.
-I’ll tell Diego to set a date for the wedding.
Carlos finished coldly and turned to stride out, slamming the door shut.
Natalia lifted her chin a little, then looked away, grunted, stood up and very calmly picked up her phone that was on the nightstand, looked again at the miniature camera that was on the shelf in front of her and Carlos’ position a moment ago, tapped some app on her phone, the image showed Carlos entering the room a moment ago, in fast forward, just before she snuggled into Carlos’ arms and almost kissed him The picture is very well framed, the angle is perfect, it’s very realistic.
A slight sneer curved the corners of her lips, she took a screenshot, sent it to someone, walked over to the window and watched Carlos get into his car and drive away.
Her eyes went out for an instant, her whole body trembled, she took a step back and suddenly muttered to herself, in a trembling tone.
-Where is Javier? Where have you hidden Javier?
…
Carlos drove on, aimlessly.
Something was very wrong now, where was he?
There was a very important circumstance that he omitted….
Looking at the time on the car, it was almost eleven o’clock, where was he supposed to go?
Carlos, you have an incalculable patrimony, half of Teladia has properties related to you, but in reality you have nowhere to go?
A warm sneer tugged at the corner of Carlos’ lips.
Nyisrenda doesn’t want to go back, especially to that room….
There can be such severe resistance to the woman she loves most, and she doesn’t want to break that resistance in the least….
Thinking that Querida de Tomas is pregnant, so the Aguayo family is not yet extinct….
No, the Aguayo family has more children and grandchildren…
The car is parked at the entrance to a block and the entry point equipment automatically recognizes the license plate and the guardrail is raised.
Carlos stepped back sharply and looked out the car window at the marble railing over the facade.
Barrio Fanslan.
A quick mental image came to mind that he bought this plot last year….
The car is parked in block 12, with a row of parking spaces on the right, the block was built before and there was no subway parking, when they also widened the road and demolished a building to build green areas, all around block 12….
Get out of the car, enter the building, get into the elevator and push your hand naturally towards number 9.
So you lived here?
It’s much closer to the office, so it’s a good location for easy access, and it’s a good investment.
Carlos quickly cleared his head and stepped out of the elevator in the direction of the imposing door, looking at the combination lock, frowning thoughtfully, he half reached out his hand, pressed it quickly and, with a sharp rap, the door swung open.
The hand had its awareness at large and turned on the light.
The familiar feeling of anguish came instantly, and the fragrance in the air was exactly the same as the one I smelled that time in the car….
Carlos covered his chest, his eyes bugged out and he looked around, the house was clean and tidy and had everything….
No, something was missing…
He walked up the stairs briskly, a few steps, panting, anguish mixed with a racing heartbeat, feeling his blood pressure shoot up instantly, past the first room and straight into the second, the fragrance was even more….
Turning on the light, the room was empty, her heart filled with a thick loss, wanting to swallow it, and she took some time before continuing to observe the room, lavender bedspread, pink and white walls, dressing table, matching the upper cabinet….
Come closer and open the closet….
In the closet, only her clothes….
The sense of loss surfaced again and Carlos couldn’t help but chuckle a little to himself, the memories in his head were of him living here alone, whose else’s clothes did he expect to have?
He turned and headed towards the bathroom, it was spacious, with the familiar fragrance of body soap mixed with the familiar smell of the sink, and the toiletries of a single person….
Carlos, what exactly are you looking for?
As he turned to leave, suddenly the door was clearly heard opening downstairs, Carlos was startled, his heart lifted again with unfamiliar hope, he strided out, three steps downstairs, around the corner was the foyer, what he was waiting for in his mind he didn’t know, he only knew he seemed to be looking forward to seeing who…