Micaela kept imagining in the courtyard that Carlos was coming to spend the afternoon and would know to bring a change of clothes, wouldn’t he?
It was a desolate and remote place, but the air was good and she wanted to go for a walk with him…..
A gust of wind blew, a little chilly, and after so long a clear day, today it was a little overcast…..
She adjusted her jacket and turned around as Nilson approached, a step away from her, a red date handkerchief in his hand.
-It’s getting cooler, don’t catch a cold….
He said, handing her the handkerchief, his eyes still unable to avoid resting on her pale collarbone….
That’s definitely a hickey….
Carlos was here, just last night.
Right in between his phone calls to the mountains….
A late night snack, it’s for him….
A desolation and a boundless disbelief arise in Nilson’s heart…
How strong is Carlos’ desire to be exclusive with Moya?
So strong that he was not allowed to look at him?
The night he was stabbed by Moya, and the next day in the hall downstairs, Carlos had this going, using his body and blocking the view….
What does it say about Carlos, who is so strong and dominant, that he came here and did not take Moya with him?
It shows that he has absolute confidence in Moya, even if it is Moya’s initiative for her to stay, he has no doubt that Moya’s heart goes out to him….
He is emboldened to leave Moya here, and when he comes at night he will probably have a confrontation with himself and they will stay here together, as he did with Moises last time, so that he sees loud and clear that between him and Moya he has no chance….
Micaela picked up the handkerchief, saw his eyes fall near her neck, unconsciously raised her hand to touch it, looked down, couldn’t see anything….
Nilson averted his gaze and deliberately kept a lighter tone.
-It’s cold outside, come on in, let’s keep eating chicken today, okay?
Without much thought, Micaela wrapped the scarf around herself and instantly warmed up, remembering the virtue of the chicken she had caught the day before, and unconsciously asked:
-Can you catch it?
Nilson raises an eyebrow and rolls up his sleeves.
-Moya, don’t underestimate me.
With that, head for the corner where the chicken is off.
Micaela tightened her shirt and watched his movements and, true to form, with experience it didn’t take long to pick up a large rooster, folding its two wings and grabbing it with one hand.
The large rooster squeaked in his hand as he turned around, approaching her with a smirk.
-Is there a reward for catching him, Moya?
Micaela froze, staring at his smile and that phrase, which somehow seemed familiar….
At that moment Carlos was still in the car and was about to arrive at Grupo Echave.
Although he had woken up several times last night and was up at dawn, he was still radiant and full of energy; the previous night had been the most solid and relaxing night he had slept in days.
When I left, the girl was sleeping soundly, so I kissed her a couple of times but she didn’t wake up, so I didn’t want to wake her, but now she should be up and seeing her message, right?
Having found the girl, his heart dropped to the floor and he would come back when he had taken care of everything and packed the necessary things.
The girl doesn’t want him and Nilson to meet because she’s worried about them coming into contact.
His thin lips curved into a slight curve, he was looking forward to -getting along- with Nilson, letting him know who the girl belonged to, just like when….
The memory stopped short.
Carlos frowned, like what was it in the first place?
The familiar pain radiated from his brain, from his heart, the same pain he had felt that day, when the girl had first been abducted by Nilson….
Carlos pulled the car to the side of the road, rested one hand on the steering wheel, rubbed his forehead and put a hand to his chest….
More and more awareness flooded his brain….
When there was someone who also lusted after the girl, he would use this trick to take the girl to live with that person, so that he could see how he and the girl would get along, without expending even a little effort, and easily make the love rival voluntarily withdraw….
But who was the man, the man he knew so well?
The man was also coming on strong, making wild advances at the girl, and he, at that moment, was having such a crisis because he could see the man’s true feelings for the girl….
His head hurts, his chest hurts, his breathing is getting worse and worse, and he has a feeling that if he keeps going over this, he will definitely vomit blood and pass out, like before, and then he will lose another piece of his memory….
But he was also incredibly convinced that if he managed to break through and resist that force that prevented him from remembering that past, that part of his memory that he had lost would come back to him….
The veins in Carlos’ temples flared, a big cold sweat slid down his throat, with a fishy sweetness already in his throat, and he slumped over the steering wheel….
No, you can’t, you can’t let her spit blood and pass out….
Carlos took a deep breath and immediately began to think about other things, for example, the matter of revitalizing the economy of Ciudad Echave, the stimulation of consumption is already bearing fruit, the next step is how to expand productivity, Diego offers several very good guidelines….
Little by little, the pain dissipated a little and the breathing became softer….
Carlos leaned hard against the back of the chair and took a deep breath, almost….
Half a day later, his thin, slightly white lips curved into a slight smile, and his deep eyes were full of wildness and discretion….
You can do it, it won’t happen again, next time, you’ll pick up a familiar sensation and break that barrier.
He took a deep breath, started the car again and sped off.
He drove straight to the Echave Group and entered the company building, where he was greeted with respect by all the employees, Carlos gave a slight nod of his head as a greeting and entered the president’s exclusive elevator.
When they reached the top floor, the elevator doors opened and Diego stood outside, looking anxious and breathing a heavy sigh of relief to see Carlos standing in the elevator.
-Mr. Carlos, you’re back, if you don’t come back, I’m going to bring someone to Osdenra to look for you.
Diego was terrified by his -disappearance?
Carlos got out of the elevator and went to his office, explaining in a low voice:
-Sorry, there’s no signal in that area and the phone ran out of battery in the morning.
Diego followed him, excited:
-Mr. Carlos, the news was received early this morning, leaked by someone close to Nilson, far away, Miss Moya was taken by Nilson to Villa Pajaros in Pesla City….
Mr. Carlos went to the Osdenra area last night instead of her, how can I find her….
Carlos stopped his steps and stood in the office doorway to look at Diego.
Diego also looked at Carlos with a look of certainty and unstoppable joy.
Diego really never dreamed that he would finally fly to Salamonsa and meet Mr. Carlos, Miss Micaela was taken back, it took him a day to fully understand the situation in Salamonsa, the situation in Ciudad Echave, Mr. Carlos and Miss La situation between Micaela….
The eccentric Salamonsa really struck him, but more than that he was moved by the incredible love between Mr. Carlos and Miss Micaela and the lovelessness that stood between them….
Now, having finally unraveled the substance of the news, Diego could not be dissatisfied and immediately repeated:
-The information is absolutely reliable.
Carlos raised an eyebrow, sure that this was a deliberate message from Nilson to confuse him, thanks to the fact that he had found the girl the night before, otherwise he would have definitely believed….
Diego was a little surprised that Mr. Carlos did not show his surprise….
Footsteps were heard and Carlos looked up to see Yerma coming from across the street.
She stood in front of Carlos with a worried face.
-Carlos, are you okay? Did you find Moya?
Moya is with Nilson and she is not worried because she is convinced that Nilson will not hurt Moya, Carlos has been disconnected since last night and scared them….
Carlos nods and pushes the door.
-I found it.
I found it.
Diego froze, had Mr. Carlos gone to Villa Pajaros last night?
Yerma followed, completely relieved to hear his voice, and immediately continued with the question:
-What about Moya, have you sent her home yet? I’m going to check on her…
Carlos took off his jacket, dropped it on the leather chair behind his desk and turned around, looking first at Diego, who approached him and said:
-The girl is not in Villa Pajaros, she is in Osdenra.
He unbuttoned his wrist cufflinks and, with a knowing twinkle in his eye, said in a deep voice:
-Get ready for a meeting where we will unfold our plans for the next few days, and in the afternoon, I will join them.