My Dear Mr. Nice

Chapter 50 : Although The Distance Is Enormous, We Are Still On The Same Route.

Chapter 50 : Although the distance is enormous, we are still on the same route.

Micaela abruptly pushed him away and stood up to sit down, then her hand covered Carlos' thin lips,

preventing him from speaking further.

-I know! Yes, you can! Very excellent!

Micaela felt more heat on her face as if she was going to burn, and didn't understand why they were

discussing such a strange topic.

Seeing out of the corner of her eye the phone he left on the table, immediately Micaela remembered

the money. She hesitated because at the moment she didn't have a single euro more to pay either. But

if she refused this cell phone again, he would probably look for another reason to take advantage of

her.

-Well, thank you very much. I get this cell phone first and I'll pay you back when I get paid.

Carlos became more complacent without worrying too much about the money. He took Micaela's hand

down with his own, held her hand in his palm and asked her another question.

-Did you visit the room?

-What?

Micaela raised her head and did not understand what he was about.

"It seems that she really has stayed in the study without going out for a day like what Sofia says."

He took her hand and the two of them left the studio.

Micaela walked out of the room holding his hand. They passed through the master bedroom and then

stopped in front of the door to the next room.

Micaela looked inexplicably at Carlos as he motioned for her to open the door with her eyes.

Then Micaela reached up and pushed the door open.

The room was very large and obviously not only the decor but also the furniture was feminine in style.

The wallpaper was pink which was a very light color and very close to white. There was a white three-

meter bed and in addition, the daily necessities decorated with the small pink flowers were distributed

on this European princess style bed.

There was also a dressing table of the same series, a huge closet, a desk and a thick carpet on the

floor.

Micaela was incomparably amazed. Was the room prepared for her?

-Do you like it?

Carlos asked her in a low voice.

Micaela didn't know what to do. Why did he prepare the room for her? She guessed that today she

might return to the house she rented.

-In the house you rent, the floor is made of wood, do you know that? Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Micaela nodded in surprise with an expression of how he knew what she was thinking.

-Yesterday the floor was soaked in water for a day and it's already unusable.

So bad!

Immediately Micaela felt very worried and cautiously asked a question.

-Well, is the repair going to take a long time?

Carlos frowned and said seriously.

-Indeed. They also have to replace the door and examine and repair the circuit.

Actually, half a day was enough to solve these issues, but Carlos was not going to tell her the truth.

Micaela was very anxious about her wallet and believed that if she had known, she would not make the

transfer to the president's mother with the remaining money.

Carlos took her to the closet, telling her to open it.

Had he prepared all the clothes for her?

Thinking about this, Micaela opened the closet door.

Inside was a row full of dresses, suits and house clothes. There was everything and they were clearly

in her size.

Micaela was so shocked at heart. What Carlos prepared was so thoughtful!

It was the first time a person had ever considered and prepared everything for her.

-Very touched?

Carlos lifted his chin and asked quietly.

Micaela nodded her head.

-I really hope you don't like this room.

-What?

Micaela looked at him with surprise.

-So I can take you to my room to sleep.

In this case he prepared the bedroom for her with self-torture.

Every piece of furniture, including the clothes, was chosen by him before delivery.

He hoped that every night she would fall asleep in his arms, but he also understood that she was not

ready to develop a closer relationship with him, and so, he was willing to wait until she accepted him

completely.

Red-faced, Micaela shook her head without looking into his deep eyes.

-Yes, I like it, it's the truth! I want to sleep in this room!

Carlos smiled slightly, knowing that the little girl had tacitly accepted to live here until her house was

repaired, which made him feel very happy, and then he took her downstairs.

-Let's go, let's eat.

***

The next day, Micaela woke up slowly in the new room. Wanting to go for a walk while still groggy, she

unconsciously moved to the side and then turned around, but always felt a warm embrace behind her.

After regaining consciousness, she saw that only she was lying in the middle of the bed and in an

instant her face turned red.

The habit really was a horrible thing. Even she thought she slept in Carlos' arms all night.

She got out of bed as if she was running away and ran to the bathroom to wash herself.

Then she stood in front of the closet and picked out a professional suit with a high collar, and

unconsciously glanced at the sign on the neckline.

Chanel.

Then she looked at a few more dresses and discovered that they were all the same brand.

As it was easy from frugality to luxury, she had the worry that soon she would only go to wear the

famous masccas under her influence.

She took the socks out of the bottom drawer and a pair of proper shoes from the shoe rack. After

putting on her shoes, she went downstairs refreshed.

Carlos was already sitting in the restaurant and reading the newspaper.

Today he was dressed in a black shirt, which made him look aloof and abstinent, reading the paper

intently, and his thin lips pressed tightly together.

Admiring his profile, Micaela remembered that she recently thought she was in the same bed with him

when she was in a daze.

As if he knew she was coming, Carlos put down the newspaper and looked up at her.

-Good morning, Carlos.

Micaela hurried to greet him first.

Carlos raised his eyebrows.

Today Micaela's hair was pulled up, which would make her small jaw look more delicate.

It would make her look very energetic in the professional suit with the black alternating with the white.

-Good morning, Micaela.

Immediately Micaela blushed a little.

-Go have breakfast. I'll take you to work later.

-Okay. Thank you very much.

Sympathetically Micaela sat down across from him.

-Miss Noboa, good morning!

-Good morning, Sofia!

-Did you sleep well last night?

Sofia greeted him casually, but Micaela's face turned red again.

-Yes, very well.

Quickly Sofia and another maid served them breakfast.

Carlos glanced meaningfully at Micaela and his mouth curved slightly.

The breakfast was very rich, both Chinese and Western style.

Micaela externalized excitement that rich people were so extravagant.

After breakfast, Micaela carried her bag, walked to the door and saw Diego driving and the car

approaching.

Parking the car, Diego got out, opened the back seat door and greeted her.

-Miss Noboa, good morning!

-Mr. Ocampo, good morning!

Micaela looked around, looking for the driver who took her to work last time.

-Get in.

Carlos, who emerged from behind her, made an abrupt sound.

-What?

Micaela was confused. "Are we going to work together?"

-We're on the same route!

Micaela had no choice but to get in the car and sit in the back with Carlos.

Diego said nothing but smiling, climbed in the front and started the car to leave.

"On the occasion of taking you to the destination, although the distance is enormous, we are still on the

same route."

This car was dominant on the outside and luxurious on the inside. Carlos sat down in front of the table

and on it was a computer.

On the way, Carlos continued to pay attention on the computer screen where he could see lines and

symbols that Micaela could not understand, while Carlos' slender fingers tapped on the keyboard.

Micaela asked to stop the car while there was still a company intersection. Carlos nodded slightly and

Diego slowed the car.

Micaela reached out to open the door, however, another hand acted faster than her and pressed the

door handle. Carlos' lips were close to Micaela's ear. He whispered.

-I'll pick you up when you get off work.