Rain’s breath caught, and she forgot how to react….
The imperative glint in her eyes and the irresistible aura she gave off made Rain unconsciously hug Estela tighter and swallow saliva….
The slight tug at the corner of her lips kept catching Nilson’s attention and his eyes unconsciously rested on hers….
Exactly the same shape as Estela’s lips, beautiful, pinkish and rosy, somehow seductive….
Nilson breathes a little harder, as if confused by the poison, and slowly approaches….
Rain was looking at the handsome man’s face getting bigger and bigger, his heart was beating fast, his whole body was fixed, unable to move, unable to make a sound….
A pleasant, dazzling bell rang sharply, interrupting the charming atmosphere….
It’s Nilson’s cell phone ringing….
Rain gave a gasp, too late to move, as Nilson quickly released her and backed up a step, a look of surprise in his eyes….
What did he want?
Did he want to kiss her?
This knowledge aroused in him a strong sense of guilt and his whole heart felt heavy….
He had identified with Moya since he was a child, and although he had now renounced her, he had always firmly known that he would never fall in love with another woman in this life, a subconscious act that made him feel that he was betraying Moya and the pure love of his heart….
He turned and pulled out his phone, it was Ian, and he remembered that he had asked her to bring the rest of the car up, he slid the screen to take it and said.
-He’s on the 19th floor.
Then he hung up the phone, the hand holding the phone tensed, he turned, Rain had taken a step forward, she tilted her head to look at him, as if there were dark currents under her eyes, he who had read many people, couldn’t see what emotions she was….
-Mr. Nilson, what do you mean by ‘stealing me along with you’?
The tone could not be heard as a question, or a query?
Her eyes were clear and Nilson looked at her, his heart clenched as he answered truthfully
-Literally, if you won’t let me near Estela, I will marry you and take you home and have you and Estela by my side.
The decision she had just made in her mind was this, and she did not resist it in the least, it was much easier than accepting Leila….
Lluvia repressed the agitation of her heart, looked at him and asked, without changing her countenance:
-Is Mr. Nilson’s marriage so childish? Emotionally baseless, with children of unknown origin, completely out of place?
-I said I love Estela and you know very well that I only have Moya in my heart, I don’t care who I marry, I can give you everything but love and you lose nothing?
When Moya was pregnant, he himself called her so many times and asked her about everything, he definitely knew about her feelings for Moya….
Lluvia didn’t know how to describe her feelings, except that the slightest hint of expectation in her heart was simply ridiculous, but she couldn’t help but ask:
-And what did you mean by the way you just acted?
Nilson, naturally, knew he was asking about the kiss he had just almost touched?
If Ian’s call hadn’t come in, it would have been a kiss….
Clenching his fists, he squinted his eyes and spat out two words:
-Sorry.
Rain laughed out loud, a mocking laugh, not knowing who he was laughing at, and said:
-Mr. Nilson, you really have zero emotional intelligence.
Then he turned and headed back to his room, with Estela in his arms, who at some point had fallen asleep.
Nilson looked at her back and thought she looked forlorn….
Half-heartedly, he bends down to pick up some shopping bags from the floor and strides after them.
Rain pulled her room card out of her jacket pocket, swiped it, turned on the lights, turned around and Nilson was standing in front of the door with those bags in his hands.
Rain looked at the bags and sighed.
-Mr. Nilson, no credit, I don’t want any of this…..
With that she was about to close the door when Nilson stepped forward, blocking her movement and staring at her.
-What if I have to give?
Rain paused for a few seconds, knowing she couldn’t argue with him, and stepped back voluntarily.
-Feel free to put it up and put up the money later.
Nilson frowned and went inside.
The room was small, standard, with two single beds, one with a backpack and a few medical books scattered about.
Nilson then placed his things on that bed and turned around, Rain was bending down to put Estela on the other bed and cover her with the blankets.
As soon as she turned around, Nilson asked:
-You don’t have a husband, do you?
Otherwise, she might have brought up her husband or something like that to refuse his various requests.
Rain wasn’t so dumb as to make up reasons that didn’t count, like having a husband, and with his ability to get to the bottom of her in a minute, he said coolly:
-It’s none of your business.
Nilson steps forward.
-Luvia, what is it that you don’t see in me that makes me unworthy to be your husband and Estela’s father?
Lluvia was really angry now, all her pent-up emotions instantly flared up, and she looked at him with a spark in her eyes.
-Mr. Nilson, who gave you the confidence that you would be in my good graces? We don’t know each other very well, do we? How many times have we met, besides today? Aren’t you amused that you want me to stay with Estela and marry you because you like her? You can’t have Moya, so you don’t have any illusions about love, do you? But I’m sorry, I do!
The aggressive glint in her eyes made Nilson take an involuntary step back, remembering that moment when Moya stabbed him in the chest….
Rain hard as a rock, exactly like Moya….
He took a step forward, reached out and pulled Nilson’s jacket across his chest, tugging hard.
-I don’t have a husband, but do you know where Estela came from? I had her when I was forced by that damned bastard 10. 000 times, I rested from that piece of pity when I wanted to abort her! But don’t worry, I’m not cynical, I still have a good heart, and I’m going to take Estela and marry a man I love and who loves me, just like Carlos looked at Moya, and you? You’re not! So get the hell out of here.
With a shove, Lluvia pushed him away with such force that an unsuspecting Nilson, stumbling, sat on the bed behind him, his eyes full of astonishment….
He swore he had never been in such a mess in his life, a thousand times more than that time in Osdenra when he was held down by so many people in front of Gerard….
The door was left open and Ian, who came loaded with bags, beheld the scene clearly….
Nilson’s consciousness was so confused that he did not know how he left the room, except that Rain’s words hit him in the back of his mind, making him feel weak, making him feel ashamed, and then, all that echoed in his mind were the words:
-Mr. Nilson, you really have zero emotional intelligence.
Sitting in the back seat of the car, it dawned on me that the car still smelled like that mother and daughter….
Ian’s car starts up and Nilson closes his eyes and leans his back against the backrest.
-Ian.
-Yes.
-Tell Leila I won’t marry her and I’ll give her whatever compensation she wants.
He can’t ruin her fantasy of love…..
Ian stood for a while in silence, looking in the rear-view mirror at the ever-cheerful Lord, his face now full of dejection….
-Lord of the city, please you must believe me, it has never occurred to me that Leila would climb on top of him, and I have advised him countless times to give up his obsessions, he does not feel the slightest love for her…..
Nilson rubbed his forehead and interrupted:
-Don’t get carried away, I know.
Before Ian could breathe a sigh of relief, Nilson’s next words again left his heart pounding.
-Find out who is the man Rain is talking about who deserves to die 10, 000 times and find out for me.
Ian swallowed and, once again, looked at the Lord in the rearview mirror and asked .
-And after you find out?
Nilson’s fists clenched.
-Castrate him.
….
In the middle of the night, as Rain was drifting off to sleep, knocking on the door woke her.
She had a vague idea who it was, and her heart beat a little faster as she turned on the light, gathered the blankets around Estela, put on her coat, got up and walked over to her, and asked:
-Who’s out there?
A male voice, still familiar, came from the doorway:
-Miss Rain, is it all right if we talk?
Lluvia let out a sigh and mentally laughed at herself again, you idiot, what did you expect?
Half-heartedly, she pulled herself together and said through the door panel with the volume turned up:
-No need, my attitude is clear to you. And don’t you dare threaten me, Estela is mine and my future is in my hands, so come back, please!
It was a long time before an apology came from the door:
-I’m sorry…
Lluvia went back to bed, turned off the light and went to sleep, but after tossing and turning in bed, she couldn’t fall asleep, so she sat up, picked up the phone she had on the bedside table, opened the chat application dialog box and typed:
Moya, you’re probably wondering how I reacted so calmly after all the things you told me today about Nilson….
I’m sorry I never told you, in fact I knew I loved you for a long time, when you were pregnant he kept calling me to ask me how you were doing….
What can I say, the truth is that I was a little moved by Nilson’s unwavering love for you despite knowing you were carrying someone else’s child, so I think it’s justifiable that he did those abominable acts to Carlos.
Moya, I’m sorry, I lied to you too, in fact, I’m not really, so reluctant to fall in love, reluctant to marry, I just, I did not meet the one who is full of me, he left me willingly, to give half my life to him….
….
Micaela slept until the next day she woke up naturally and Carlos, freshly awakened, kissed the girl’s forehead with the asperity of the newly awakened in his voice.
-Good morning, Micaela.
Micaela rubbed her forehead against his chest.
-Good morning Carlos, what time is it? Give me my phone…
I faintly hear an alert message in the middle of the night….
Carlos sat up and looked at Mike, who was sleeping, and handed the girl his phone, taking his in the process, and glancing at it, there was an unread message.
Click on it and it’s from Nilson in the middle of the night:
Carlos, you are a terrible warlord!