My Dear Mr. Nice

Chapter 199 : I Kiss You A Little Late.

Chapter 199 : I kiss you a little late.

Marcos looked towards Adriana. They were staring at Micaela. In her eyes he could see anger, envy

and desire.

He knew Adriana had done something to make Micaela suffer, but he didn't want to reproach her. She

didn't like it, but she was faking it to get what she wanted. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Marcos approached her and hugged her too. They left.

Ivanna was surprised by what Marcos did. She had never seen him do things like that.

Hector rubbed his forehead. He saw an unfamiliar woman. She was beautiful, but she looked sad and

lonely.

It was Alba.

Someone called her on the phone. Alba took out her cell phone. It was Micaela. She looked at Eric.

-There were so many people who can explain what happened. You don't need me. I'm leaving.

She left as she finished the words.

-I'm sorry. He's leaving fast, Carlos. Come down, we're in the parking lot.

"I'm not one of you, okay?"

He remembered being very impressed by her wonderful appearance when he walked in, like the day

he saw the photo he took, in which he and Micaela were embracing.

-No need. Call me if you want to come to the company in the afternoon.

He said in a normal tone as if nothing was wrong.

Micaela's red fingers came to mind. He felt regret.

-I'm sorry. I didn't know the shoes don't fit. It's your size, but they're narrower.

-It's okay. It doesn't hurt at first. I just feel a little sore after I take them off. Let's go to lunch.

-They're calling me to come home. They say they need to tell me something.

He made up an excuse. He knew Micaela believed it.

Indeed, she didn't insist.

-Okay. I'll call you later.

-Chao.

Micaela and Carlos sat in the car. Diego started the car.

He hung up the phone and heard Carlos order Diego to take them to the hospital.

-Don't be exaggerated. It's not necessary.

Micaela didn't have her shoes on. She sat in the car with bare feet. Carlos carefully put Micaela's legs

on his own knees and began to check them.

Micaela blushed. But she didn't dare resist Carlos.

-I'm fine. I just need some ointment.

Carlos said nothing. He didn't want her to work at Brillantella. Only half a day had passed and Micaela

had suffered so much.

He opened the refrigerator door but then closed it. He took a bottle of water from the back. He opened

the lid and handed it to Micaela. Micaela was so thirsty that she drank it all.

-Mr. Aguayo, where are we going?

Diego was confused. One said they were going to the hospital, and one didn't want to.

-To Nyisrenda.

Aguayo called the domestic doctor to come and Sofia to prepare the food.

They soon arrived in Nyisrenda. On the way back, Carlos did not communicate with Micaela. His

expression was cold.

Micaela could tell he was angry, but she didn't know what she should do.

Carlos went downstairs and opened the door near Micaela to help her down by hugging her.

Micaela hugged their necks and looked at the perfect profile. Although he was angry, he didn't ignore

her.

He put her on the couch and left, but Micaela grabbed her sleeve.

Carlos turned around. He looked down at her. She raised her head to apologize to Carlos.

-Sit down, please.

Carlos wanted to take the wet towel with hot water. But he could not ignore her request, and he never

ignored her.

He sat down. But Micaela didn't leave the manca as if she was afraid he would run away.

Carlos said nothing. Micaela hugged him and put her face on his chest.

-I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I don't let myself get hurt.

Carlos frowned. He had never heard Micaela speak in such a soft tone.

Until then he realized she was a pretty woman.

-It's not Mr. Eric and Alba's fault. It's my fault. I want to win Adriana.

She did it just so Carlos wouldn't blame them.

Carlos was angry.

-I'm thinking how to destroy Brillantella.

-No! Carlos! -No!

Micaela was afraid he would do it.

Carlos grabbed her jaw.

-What are you calling me?

His tone softened and wasn't cold like before.

Did she just need to call him Carlos?

Micaela looked into his eyes.

-Carlos, I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

Carlos answered her as if he was enchanted by a witch.

Micaela hugged him and let herself be pushed on the couch.

Carlos wanted to kiss her when he saw a man standing nearby.

Micaela was waiting for him, but did nothing. She thought Carlos was waiting for her.

He approached her to apologize.

She raised her head with a red face. She began to remember the temperature and the softness of his

mouth.

But Carlos stood up.

Carlos laughed. He noticed Micaela's behavior and did not feel angry. He lifted Micaela and murmured

to her.

-I kiss you a little late.