Almost?
Micaela, full of disbelief and with her heart beating faster, looked at Carlos.
Carlos looked at her expectant and curious gaze and suddenly felt that what she was about to say meant a lot, that she was getting to know him.
Looking down at his bowl, he hadn’t even taken two bites of his food and decided to sell it.
-Let’s eat first and talk later.
Micaela did not obey.
-I want to know now!
How could she not fret when she heard him say that he was about to marry, that is, not Natalia?
Carlos ate slowly and methodically, and gave her all the lean meat from the side dishes.
Seeing that he didn’t flinch, Micaela had a few moments of pouting.
-And you said you were going to chase me, you didn’t even tell me?
Carlos’ thin lips lifted slightly and his deep eyes looked at her.
-Girl, I’m yours for life, and I’ll tell you anything you want to know.
All the time of my life is yours…..
Micaela’s heart skips a beat and she finally eats calmly and obediently.
Carlos looks at her, the girl eats extremely well and it’s a pleasure to watch her…
Again…
Micaela blushes at the look and raises her eyes to glare at him.
-Eat and don’t look at me!
Carlos raised an eyebrow.
-You can see it when you’re not eating, can’t you?
Micaela stuck him with the bowl of meat and asked rhetorically.
-You won’t look when I tell you not to?
Carlos answered.
-I can’t stop my eyes from looking at you.
Micaela’s heart pounding with those words, she has said them before….
Finally, with Carlos watching, the meal was over and Micaela was about to wash the dishes when Carlos stopped her.
-I’ll do it.
Then he picked up the dishes and went to the kitchen.
Micaela followed him and it was clear that although the kitchen was slick, the cleanliness was still a bit rusty, he meant that he had not married Natalia, Sofia had left and was cooking on her own, did he live alone in Barrio Fanslan?
Although it has not yet been confirmed in her mouth, Micaela can already be sure that this is what it is about, a touch of unspeakable anguish rises in her heart?
Carlos, how could he get over it alone, she at least had the baby in her womb, and his mother, and endless memories in her head for her to look back on when she thought of him, and she could still dream of him from time to time, while he, forced to forget her, had nothing….
Wait…
Micaela turned around, went back to the living room, picked up her jacket, looked at it carefully and tears fell from her eyes….
This is the dress you bought her….
It occurred to me that the shirt she was wearing was also one she had bought….
Micaela’s heart aches even more when he wears the clothes she bought and lives in the house they live in together, but does not remember her….
Wiping her tears, she tried to take a deep breath to adjust her mood, that he wouldn’t know she was crying, the great villain was very distressed every time he saw her cry….
We have to do something else, yes, we can call the airport staff and ask if we can retrieve his luggage….
After washing the dishes and briefly cleaning the kitchen, Carlos came out and saw the girl sitting on the sofa, looking at him somberly, as if she was waiting for him.
Carlos felt a softness inside him and wanted to sit next to her, but he was afraid he could not control himself and take her sitting in his arms once he sat down, after all, he was still in the phase where she knew him, Carlos was also afraid that his enthusiasm would scare the girl, he himself did not know how he could be so attached to her and he hated the feeling of tying her to his body….
Just as he sat down on the single couch to her left, Micaela spoke impatiently.
-Tell me quickly!
Carlos leaned back against the backrest, bent his long legs and rested his elbows nonchalantly on the armrests on both sides, sitting in a casual and handsome posture….
-What do you think it takes to be ‘married’?
Micaela was a little puzzled, but as far as she knew, Carlos didn’t talk nonsense when he talked business, and this must have had something to do with what he had to say, and she immediately listed.
-The first, of course, is to get a license, and the second is to hold a banquet, isn’t it?
He tilted his head, thoughtfully, and added.
-There is also common-law marriage, in which two people live together, have children and live together for a long time, like this?
Carlos nodded his head.
-With that woman and me, none of that fits. Except for the third one, as you say, which unilaterally I wasn’t willing to do, and the first two, because of my friends who were all kinds of things about her.
Carlos rubbed his chin, thinking about the images and feeling a little weird.
Micaela, for her part, paused, her heart suddenly racing, friends?
What he said, it was Ernesto, it was Alba, Katarina, Bianca, Tomas, Antonio and the others, right?
He was worried about how to talk to her about her friends and wanted to know how they were doing, how Alba was handling her face blindness and if she had married Ernesto as planned.
Has Katarina and her husband’s crisis been overcome? Their child was born safe and sound, right?
Is Bianca expecting a baby in peace?
And Olivia, how is her career going, did Natalia keep her promise, did Elisa Abasto and Yolanda’s hypnosis work for her?
She asked Nilson, but he didn’t want to answer, saying that she was now a salmantina and had to leave the past behind.
Micaela was extraordinarily anxious inside, but she couldn’t show it, feeling like she was going to explode with the usual pressure marks, her fists clenched tightly, moving to the side where he was sitting, leaning her elbows on the arm of the sofa, leaning her little head closer to him, trying to control herself not to look at him with too much excitement.
-Sounds like fun, tell me about it.
Carlos’ thin lips lifted slightly, the way the girl was waiting for his failed attempt at marriage pleased him.
-I have a friend whose name is Ernesto, whose wife had a problem with the person I was married to, and when the woman and I went to the civil registry to get our license, she brought a group of people to make a scene, and the registry failed, followed by the wedding….
Carlos still can’t stop thinking about the people with their backs turned….
Micaela was so excited that she couldn’t stop her nose from running. Alba was so cynical and hated Natalia so much that she could not openly tell Carlos that she was not the woman he loved the most, and that she would never let her plan succeed so easily….
My heart hurts like a needle, how sad, I miss Alba so much, Micaela can only guess how sad Alba must have felt when she thought she was dead….
Micaela took the opportunity to cover up her almost uncontrollable emotions by reaching for the orange on the coffee table.
Quite naturally, Carlos reached out to take the orange from her hand, bowed his head at the thin peel and said slowly.
-He joined forces with a couple of wives of other friends of mine, and my friends had something to do with it, and they made a mess of an already low-key wedding, with glasses piled up overturned, a bunch of night cats coming out of nowhere, jumping on the old man and scratching Inhue, and then her wedding dress suddenly splitting as she walked and falling off whole…. …
Micaela stared wide-eyed, forgetting her sadness, imagining the image of the cockerel and feeling shocked beyond belief that day, probably Natalia’s nightmare….
Halfway through the day, Micaela looked back at Carlos, who had a smile on his lips, and deliberately asked.
-Your girlfriend is being bullied like this and you’re still laughing?
Carlos peeled the orange, picked up a nail and put it to his lips, unable to keep a smile from his eyes.
-Yes, I’m very happy.