Micaela was washing her clothes and going to get a drink of water as she was getting ready for bed when she accidentally swept the bag she had put on the tripod to the floor and the gauze in the bag rolled out before she realized it was a new, unopened pack of gauze….
He bent down to pick it up and found the bag with the packets of pills dispensed into it, ten of them?
the day before, he said to her at the door of her room, Moya, change my medicine, and she ignored him;
Yesterday he also said at the door of Jean’s room, Moya, help me with the medicine, and she continued to ignore him.
And he, then, really did not change the medicine?
-If you don’t change it for me, I won’t change it and I will let the wound swell and die here sick.
Here’s what he said that day….
She should be angry, angry at Nilson for approaching him in such an almost self-inflicted way, but she was not blind and had seen it all in the three days they had spent together.
He took great care of her, with great care, all three meals were freshly prepared, absolutely nothing was left over, the chicken and duck were skinned, and he had to give her all the best parts, in the morning when she woke up, they boiled hot water to wash her face, and at night they brought the hot water directly to her in the bathroom….
He tried to take care of her in every possible way, every way he could think of, and he would keep his distance, not entering her room, not overstepping his boundaries, not even speaking gently, for fear of upsetting her….
As he said this afternoon, he has more means to move strong to her, not really love her, heart, do not want to hurt her, and how will he do everything, careful to do this, his eyes of love and affection, time passed a minute of reluctance, saw in the eyes …
Probably, thanks to today’s angry cries after his escape, he was able to clear his blocked heart and see things more clearly, and he knew it was useless to go on like this…..
Nilson is standing by the door, his heart beating fast….
Did Moya help him boil water?
And change his medicine?
Wait, there’s no outlet in the bathroom and the water is from the mountain spring behind the kitchen, which she usually brings to the kitchen in buckets….
Instantly, Nilson took two steps forward with an anxious face.
-Moya, don’t lift the water, it’s too heavy, don’t hurt yourself…..
Micaela slightly tilted her head and looked at Nilson, who was a few steps away, and realized that the cold, severe, murderous, cold and imperious feeling she had before, the aura of a high ruler, had completely disappeared….
In the last few days, except for the moment when he asked her to take off the ring, which showed a hint of coldness, there was absolutely no sharpness in him….
At this moment he is just an ordinary man who loves but can’t get it, careful and cautious, wanting to get close to her and please her, but afraid to frighten her, obviously also a good person, but he loves so humbly….
Micaela’s heart suddenly breaks and she looks away….
How nice it would be if he didn’t love her….
After all, what he did to Carlos, what he did to himself, it was because he loved the wrong person….
-Don’t I mention it little by little? Hurry up if you want to change the medicine!
While Micaela’s tone was a bit crude, Nilson’s pupils flashed, full of joy, and he went to his room to get his clothes, then went to take a shower.
Nilson was not long in returning, in shirt and pants, hair tousled and messy, but down to earth, with that Carlos next door air getting stronger and stronger….
He closed the door behind him to prevent the cold air from invading him and sat down on the stool in front of Micaela.
He already had antiseptic water, gauze, adhesive tape and cotton swabs ready.
-Button unbuttoned.
Micaela’s voice remained deliberately raw.
Her attitude towards Nilson had always been hostile, she hated him for taking her back to Salamonsa so forcefully and for all the ways he had hurt Carlos, she had never said a proper word to him, this, letting out her hostility, made her a bit uncomfortable for a moment….
Nilson noticed a little blush rising to his pale cheeks at the words spoken….
He wanted very much to ask her to help him, but he didn’t dare, he feared that this overly affectionate attitude would make Moya turn away, and he knew she certainly would….
Nilson undid some buttons, exposing the left side of his chest, where he had been wounded.
Micaela looked at this point, the gauze wasn’t very big and was already yellowing around it, it looked like he hadn’t really cared about the injury at all in the last few days….
No wonder her face was on the unnaturally pale side, she had felt strange for a long time, not realizing it was because of her bar….
She took a slow breath and reached up to remove the medical tape holding the gauze….
Seeing that she was actually willing to change his medicine, Nilson hesitated again, would it scare him to see the wound?
He unconsciously reached out and took her hand….
Micaela tried to get up with a start and struggled….
-Let go of me!
Nilson stopped for a second and slowly let go of her, and she immediately withdrew her hand as quickly as a frightened bird….
But the sensation of her soft, slender hand, wrapped in his palm, was already engraved in Nilson’s mind….
No wonder Carlos likes to hold her hand so much, it feels, well, really comfortable….
The hand must be connected to the heart to feel happy and content just by holding her hand….
That moment is enough to last him a lifetime…..
His eyes shadowed a couple of tones and he explained in a low voice:
-I’m just afraid that the wound will scare you, forget it, I’d better change it myself….
He says to put your clothes on…..
Micaela’s hand shrinks to her chest and she pulls back, relieved but insistent.
-No, I tied it myself, there’s nothing to be afraid of.
Nilson raised an eyebrow and didn’t refuse.
His fingertips, gently brushing her skin, were like carriers of an electric current that spread through her limbs….
He lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him, the fragrance of her body, mixed with the smell of shower gel, so close and so close to him, her skin stretched and white as jade porcelain in the light, her long eyelashes like two small brushes, twitching slightly, her pretty nose, her sweet red lips….
Nilson’s breath hitched a couple of times, the lump in his throat slipped, he reluctantly averted his eyes, his hands clenched into fists, forcing himself not to overreach….
All he wanted was for her to feel good about herself, he didn’t want the woman he loved to hate him at all….
Micaela removed the gauze, the wound was not big but it showed signs of inflammation and was very red and swollen all over, definitely related to the lack of timely dressing changes….
He took the cotton swab and the antiseptic water next to him, opened the lid, poured a little, moistened the swab and then carefully cleaned the wound….
Her eyes were focused, her movements careful, her brow slightly furrowed….
-Don’t expect me to apologize to you, that’s impossible, as long as you have the heart to hurt Carlos, we will be enemies, I remember every single thing you did to him, stabbing you already came cheap, if you dare to do something to hurt him again, I won’t let you go!…!!
Micaela said, moving carefully and cautiously, without looking up at him.
Nilson said nothing, he just looked intently at the woman with her head lowered in front of his….
The Moya he remembered grew up, changed, became more and more beautiful, fell in love with another man, for another man, said she would not forgive him if he dared to hurt her….
But what remained the same for her was kindness and beauty, the fact that she hated him so much for feeding her the poison she could not leave Salamonsa, for hurting the man she loved, for bringing her here by force, but she saw his medicine bag and realized he had not changed it, and she sat in front of him anyway and changed his medicine….
It’s not just that she impresses him, it’s her persistence….
Despite having misunderstood Carlos’ marriage to Natalia during the last eight long months of waiting, she still loved only him and felt pressured to have his child, her downcast eyes full of longing for Carlos….
How could she not love such a kind, wonderful, resilient Moya?
She didn’t want to admit it, but she had to admit that if she stayed here ten days, even if she stayed ten years, she would still have only Carlos in her heart….
Nilson looked at the woman in front of him, who had her head down and was carefully bandaging him, wishing that time would stay in this moment forever, that she would stop ignoring him and take the initiative to talk to him….
His heart ached and ached, laughing at his own uselessness, just changing his medicine, even saying threatening things about him, and he couldn’t help but feel soft and want to please her, though he was madly resigned, but still he forced himself to speak: la
-Moya, don’t think about leaving anymore, and spend the rest of the week with me. As long as Charles really trusts you so much, and as long as he really helps you to sit as Lord of the City, I promise you that I will not give him a hard time in the future, and, I will help him to leave Salamonsa.
As for her desire to go with Carlos or something, there’s no way I can restrict that once she’s City Lord….
Micaela looked up sharply, wild-eyed, and asked in some disbelief:
-Really?
The gleam in her eyes made his heart beat faster and, halfway through, he was certain that
-Really.
Micaela smiled a smile, full of gratitude and unawares.
-Thank you.
She could have not thanked him, if he had not helped her and Carlos, they would have found another way, she had faith in Carlos’ ability to get out of the situation, but his willingness to say this was a willingness to let her go and the beginning of the relationship, so what she thanked, was not his help, but his willingness to let her go….
Nilson was hit hard inside by Micaela’s smile, such a beautiful smile that deserved to be guarded by someone stronger than him, and, with a longer life than him…