My Dear Mr. Nice

Chapter 27 : My Mouth Is Here....

Chapter 27 : My mouth is here....

Mateo looked at Micaela, who was already slumped over the table, and immediately averted his gaze

to Alba, who was also almost unconscious from drinking, and called out to her in a low voice.

-Alba!

Alba turned around, saw her brother who seemed to be very angry, let out a giggle and elbowed

Micaela, who was already asleep.

-Micaela, I'm hallucinating. I'm seeing my brother...

-Hey, Micaela, are you asleep? We have to go on...

-Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll go back to Mangzarent Nation secretly...

Alba collapsed on the table and fell completely asleep.

Mateo took a deep breath and wordlessly signaled the waiter.

-The bill.

-Mr. Aguayo has paid for all the drinks today.

Mateo stood for a moment, nodded his head, raised his hand and picked up his sister and left.

It wasn't long before Carlos arrived in front of Micaela.

Micaela had her hand on her face, her eyes tightly closed, no one knew what she had dreamed, but

she had a smile on her lips.

Carlos took Micaela by the waist, and as she snuggled into the wide embrace, she smelled a familiar,

fresh scent of man that made her feel safe, and her small hands consciously grasped the clothes on his

chest as she sank her head into his arms.

Carlos looked down, she was sound asleep, her face flushed and her long eyelashes casting a shadow

under her eyes.

The people around couldn't help but stare at him, but they dared not make a sound.

The man was handsome and extraordinary, he wore a handmade suit that looked valuable to the naked

eye, and his aura was so powerful that he looked like a king.

The crowd watched him stride away with the woman in his arms, followed by a line of bodyguards.

This must be a real tycoon!

Carlos came out with Micaela in his arms and Diego was already by the car waiting.

-Sir.

Diego saw with astonishment that his master got out with a woman in his arms, and upon closer

inspection he noticed that it was Miss Noboa.

Hurrying to open the back seat, Carlos motioned for him to open the passenger side.

Diego immediately did as he was told.

Carlos carefully placed her in the passenger seat, then took off his jacket and covered her up, then

buckled her in, her hot breath hitting Carlos' face, with the faint smell of wine....

Carlos looked at Micaela's face, her lips, red and....

Micaela slowly opened her eyes and saw the handsome face enlarged in front of her, and her head

dizzy, not knowing if it was a dream or reality, she murmured:

-Bad, you've come to tease me again?

-What?

Carlos was puzzled.

-I know you were buckling my seatbelt, not trying to kiss me....

Looking into her misty eyes, it took all his strength not to kiss her immediately.

People were already standing outside the car to see her beauty, "Only I can see her!".

Carlos closed the door, walked to the driver's side, looked at Diego and a group of bodyguards and

explained:

-Go home.

After saying this, he got into his car, started it up and drove off.

Diego watched the car drive off and thought, "Sir, I came here to be your chauffeur, and you just left

me?

Was he going back to Nyisrenda or to his residence?

After some deliberation, Carlos drove to Barrio Fanslan, Micaela's neighborhood.

Micaela leaned back in her leather-backed seat and opened her dazed eyes to look at Carlos driving,

thinking she was in a dream, "His profile is very handsome, no, he looks good from any angle, he's

God's most perfect work, isn't he?".

It would be rare for any girl to see him and not get her heart racing, wouldn't it?

-Carlos...

Micaela cried out softly, a soft tone that made Carlos' heart tremble.

Repressing the agitation of his heart, Carlos looked back at her and asked:

-What's the matter, don't you feel well?

Micaela shook her head slightly, feeling especially comfortable as if she were in the clouds, and spoke

without thinking at all:

-You are so beautiful....

Carlos smiled, he should be the one to say that. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

-Actually, you asked Sofia to give me those two dresses, didn't you? They are limited editions that

haven't gone on sale yet....

It hurt to think that she had washed that dress by rubbing it hard.

Carlos looked at Micaela and didn't answer.

Micaela would blurt out anything while drunk and now poured out her questions in a torrent:

-But there is no other girl in your house, so where did this dress come from? And why does the size fit

perfectly? Did your ex-girlfriend leave it?

Micaela had a puzzled look on her face, her little red face was particularly delicate and cute.

Carlos scrutinized Micaela, knowing she was drunk and knowing she probably wouldn't remember if he

told her, but spoke anyway to explain.

-Except for the dress I gave you when I met you the first time?

Carlos paused and then said:

-As for the other two, I asked Diego to bring them. As for the size...

Carlos gave him another look.

-I have the eye for it.

-Oh...

Micaela nodded with apparent understanding, her misty eyes looked at Carlos and murmured.

-Thank you for breakfast this morning, and, for saving me last night, and, for saving me the other time,

and, thank you for telling me....

"That I would stay by your side...".

This last sentence was uttered by Micaela in her sleep.

She fell asleep again.

Carlos bent down and lifted her detached jacket, then looked ahead to concentrate on driving.

-Carlos said, "No need to thank me. Besides, I don't have an ex-girlfriend.

Arriving at the community, Micaela was still asleep.

He parked the car and entered the building with Micaela in his arms. Everyone who passed by gave

him curious glances as Carlos entered the elevator without a second glance.

Standing at the door of the apartment, Carlos had to put her down. Micaela, unsteady, leaned on

Carlos' arms and opened her eyes to look around confused...

-The keys," Carlos told her.

Micaela, however, was puzzled and rubbed her forehead hard against Carlos' chest, as if trying to

relieve her dizziness....

The kittenish gesture took Carlos' breath away....

He hugged Micaela, his hand searched her purse for the key and finally opened the door.

The light came on and Micaela was carried inside, her feet were weak, but Carlos lifted her up and

carried her straight into the bedroom.

Tucking her in, Carlos tried to get out, but he saw Micaela's eyes widen unblinking as she looked at

him.

Carlos looked into her moist eyes, sat on the edge of the bed, moved to her delicate cheek, ran his

hand through her hair, then leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her forehead....

-Good night.

Carlos' voice was suppressed and muffled.

He was about to get up when Micaela grabbed his hand with a quick movement, then brought her other

hand to her lips and murmured:

-My mouth is here.....