After Micaela’s resistance wore off, so did the bullish immunity, and she caught a glorious cold at the beginning of the winter season!
Carlos is delighted…
No, no, no, no, he meant that the girl, who had not dared to go near the children for fear of catching a cold and infecting them, was finally theirs alone!
Sofia, who used to take care of Carlos, had learned that her own Mr. Carlos had returned with Miss Micaela, and had rejoined Nyisrenda, where she was taking care of Miss Estela, Yerma was taking care of little Mr. Carlos, and Mike had been sent to the kindergarten, and everything was in order. Carlos boarded the private jet with the women without further ado.
-Carlos, are Cici and Chris going to make a scene tonight?
Micaela spoke with the nasal voice of a cold.
Cici and Chris are the baby names for the twins, who are only three months old at the moment. As the plane lifts off, Micaela’s heart seems to stay there as she watches the Aguayo Group building get smaller and smaller under the glass window….
Carlos reached out and clasped her hand in his arms, turning her small face upside down, forehead pressed to his and threatening words.
-Girl, aren’t you worried about me making a scene?
Er…
The woman’s face immediately flushed….
Carlos grabbed her right hand with his left and intertwined his fingers with hers, his brittle breath spreading across her face, his voice dropping a few more points.
-Who was it that said that from now on he wanted to do nothing but stay with me, to see me when I opened my eyes, to fall asleep in my arms every day, to be around me during the day and be in my dreams at night? Huh? Or was it that his strong love for me had disappeared…?
Micaela stepped forward and kissed him on the lips….
Carlos froze for a second, resenting such a simple contact, about to deepen the kiss, and Micaela turned her head away.
-I have a cold, don’t give it to…!
Carlos held the back of her neck and turned her face, kissing her strongly on the lips… it was not enough… he sat her in his arms and felt satisfied….
The woman’s feeble protests are simply ignored….
The prolonged kiss ended with the woman blushing and obediently snuggling into his arms, Carlos holding her tightly, desperate to rub her against his body, his haunting voice echoing over her head:
-Dear, I can’t wait for you to catch me, I’ve heard that a cold heals faster when you infect someone else….
Micaela’s heart shrank and she straightened up, putting her arms around his neck and looking at him playfully:
-Hmph, don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to, we’re catching colds all the time, so you’ll have a reason to keep not taking me back without me!
Carlos’ thin lips adopted a charming arch.
-That’s all you’ve found out.
Micaela blushed some more and snuggled into his arms, her little face pressed against the back of his neck, as she looked up at the blue sky outside the cabin and spoke softly:
-Carlos, I love you and this fervent love will never die…..
It’s just that the children are young now and need more attention….
Before the words were out of his mouth, the man’s long fingers brushed the woman’s chin, to lift her head.
-Girl, hasn’t anyone ever told you that confessions should be said looking into the other person’s eyes?
Micaela glanced into his deep eyes, slapped his hand away and moved toward his arms.
-No, I’m not going to look at you…..
Carlos looked at her with that shy look, his heart melted, he deliberately took hold of her and importuned her to chase her:
-Why won’t you look at me, did you lie to me?
-Big bad, you know?
When she looked at him, she couldn’t help blushing, she had three children and she was still in that state, she spat at herself, but she couldn’t help it…..
Carlos put his arms around her and sighed contentedly.
-My dear…
As always when traveling by plane, Micaela was sleeping towards her destination, she opened her eyes and found herself actually lying on a big and fluffy bed, she sat up hurriedly, Carlos was not there, she looked around, it was a European style room, decorated to her taste, she lifted the sheets and got out of bed, the cotton slippers were already prepared on the floor….
Carlos’ attention is always above life….
Micaela walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and pulled back the curtains, with a sudden surprise….
Here, by the sea, with the water and sky in the distance, a rush of waves breaking on the snow-white sand….
Micaela’s heart swelled with joy, and turning and running away, she went down the stairs, and found that it was a modest villa, but she had no desire to visit it, only to find the person she wanted to see.
-Carlos? Carlos, where are you?
And finding him in the kitchen, dressed in house clothes and also in cotton slippers, cooking something in front of the stove and giving off a warm, homely air, made Micaela’s heart race instantly….
Carlos heard the commotion, turned down the stove and was about to leave when he turned to see the girl already standing in the kitchen doorway….
Micaela comes up to him and jumps into his arms, looking up at him.
-Why didn’t you call me when you arrived?
Carlos put his arms around her and gently lowered his head to kiss her forehead.
-Colds are inherently sleepy, and besides, when would I want to wake you up?
Micaela stood on tiptoe and nibbled his chin.
-Be a good boy and sleep with me from now on if you don’t wake me up!
Carlos’ thin lips quirked into a smirk and he tightened his arms even tighter, resting his forehead on hers and muffling his voice a little.
-Are you sure? I’ll sleep with you so you don’t have to…..
The woman could not mock him and gave up with a reddened face, averting her gaze to the fire.
-What are you cooking?
-Porridge. You can only eat something light when you have a cold, and when you’re cured you’ll take something else to eat.
Micaela nods, no matter what he eats, it’s good to be with him…..
After dinner, and under Carlos’ supervision, she also took her cold medicine, and rarely, rarely, rarely took medicine, she was so disgusted by its smell that her whole little face wrinkled, and she tilted her head to look at Carlos, who was next to her.
-Carlos, it’s bitter, do you have any sugar?
The sugar is there, but he’s not going to get it out.
Carlos bent down, leaning one hand on the back of the chair, his breath coming in gasps and his voice muffled.
-There’s no sugar, but there’s me.