My Dear Mr. Nice
Chapter 19 : You Don'T Say What You Think, Little Girl!

Chapter 19: You don't say what you think, little girl!

Micaela blurted out.

She was surprised when she said it.

Marcos got even angrier and concluded that she broke up with him because of Mr. Aguayo!

He grabbed Micaela's shoulders and shook them hard.

-I knew it. I knew you had your eye on him! How long have you two known each other? It should only be a few days, shouldn't it? I've been after you for so long and we've been together for three years, doesn't that beat a thousand times a few days?

Marcos' gaze sank.

-Or, have you already slept with him?

This knowledge immediately made him feel jealous... He had never laid his hands on her, but someone had beaten him to it....

She had completely forgotten that she had also consented to Adriana using her by sending her to the hotel in a daze....

Micaela was so dizzy from her strong agitations that she could not speak.

Instead, Marcos violently clamped down and kissed downward.

Micaela struggled to avoid him, his lips brushed her cheek.

Micaela pulled back, tears welling in her eyes with anxiety.

-Marcos, let me go... is there anyone...?

The fragrance of her body fascinated Marcos, and his anger burned his senses, forgetting he was outdoors, and he cornered her, about to nibble her lips....

A tremendous force from behind made Marcos stand up, then he felt a sharp pain in his cheek and was knocked unconscious from a punch.....

Micaela was leaning against the wall, her face covered with tears, her whole body trembling with fear, and then, there was in sight the person who rushed to check on her, full of anger, panic and worry.... Carlos pulled her out of that corner and put her in the light, looked her up and down carefully and couldn't help shouting:

-You're stupid, you.....

He couldn't bear to scold her, so he took her in his arms and hugged her tightly, repressing the discomfort in his heart..... It was at that moment that he clearly realized how important this little girl was in his heart.

Especially after hearing her screams of helplessness a moment ago, and being pinned against the wall by another man.... The rage she felt inside her was so great that she couldn't contain it, and she wanted to tear that scum to pieces. She would never allow any man to lust after her!

Diego arrived with his men, took a look at the Cayenne, the doors were not even locked and the engine was not turned off....

When had the master, always calm and self-possessed, ever acted like that...?

After another look at his master, he thought: "It looks like I'm not doing anything here at the moment". He saluted his men and walked away....

Micaela smelled the familiar scent of his embrace and her fear slowly faded, taking a deep breath and resting her hand against his chest before gently pushing against him....

Carlos slowly released her, the little girl's frighteningly white face had taken on a slight blush.

That bastard!

Carlos thought of Marcos lying on the grass and wanted to move in for a few more kicks, but was stopped by Micaela.

Carlos frowned.

-Do you feel sorry for him?

Micaela had a good heart after all, and although she hated him very much, she couldn't just stand by and watch him get beaten.

-Well, nothing happened to me, just leave him there and let him freeze to death!

That was the harshest thing he could say.

Can you freeze to death in these days of April or May?

"Whatever, I have a thousand ways to make him suffer later!".

Carlos pulled Micaela to get into the car, but Micaela continued to refuse.

Carlos took a deep breath and softened his tone:

-I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up.

Although Micaela refused to get into the car, she didn't let go of his hand either, and Carlos held on to her.

-I'm fine, I don't want to go to the hospital, I'm going back to rest!

This stubborn little girl!

Carlos looked her up and down again and there really didn't seem to be an injury anywhere.

Turning, he dragged her inside the building and into the elevator.

Did he want to walk her all the way up?

Carlos indicated with his gaze, "Press your floor."

Micaela hesitated for a moment, let go of his hand and pressed the illuminated button for the 9th floor.

Carlos saw her at some distance from him and took her in his arms with a large hand.

Micaela was about to free herself when Carlos whispered in her ear:

-There is surveillance in the elevator. Do you want the security room to see me kissing you in the elevator?

This little girl was very shy?

Indeed, she just looked at him and reluctantly let go of his hand.

Carlos was very satisfied, this sense of accomplishment was more gratifying than signing a contract worth millions!

The elevator doors opened and Micaela stepped out, leaving Carlos behind.

Stopping at the door to the floor, Micaela turned around.

-I'm here, thanks for coming up!

-I'm thirsty! -said Carlos with a look of circumstance.

-There are plenty of supermarkets around!

Carlos reached out his hand to lean on the door, Micaela's back was against the door.

-Little girl, if I remember correctly, this is the third time I've saved your life, and you don't even give your savior a sip of water? Huh?

His breath was in her face, with two more inches it would touch her red lips....

Micaela blushed, gritted her teeth, pushed him away and took out her keys to open the door.

As soon as Micaela opened the door, she headed straight for the kitchen to get water....

Carlos looked around and frowned to see that Diego had found such a small house.

He sat down on the cloth sofa and felt the whole room fill with the faint scent of Micaela....

-Drink some water.

Micaela handed him the glass of water and Carlos took it. Micaela realized that his bony fingers were scraped and there were traces of blood on them..... -Your hand is bleeding! -Micaela exclaimed, trying to touch his hand and then pulling it away, there was nothing at home to treat the wound....

This was from the blow to the steering wheel and the blow to Marcos.

Carlos looked at her a little uncertainly and smiled.

It was obvious he cared, "You're all worked up over this little scratch, and you still won't admit you have feelings for me? You don't say what you think, little girl!". Taking her by the arm, he sat her down next to him.

-It's nothing. Give me the phone," said Carlos.

Micaela then realized that he had not yet closed the recording. She hurried to take out her backpack, pulled out her phone, the screen was still on, pressed pause and saved. I'm sure I'll need it later.

-What do you want it for? -asked Micaela, handing him the phone.

Carlos took his phone and entered his cell phone number and dialed it.

His phone was still in the car, but there was no hurry, Diego was there.

-Hello!

-Prepare some dinner to bring him here.

With that, he hung up the phone, saved the number he had just dialed in contacts and typed in his name, Carlos.

Micaela watched him and felt a little unsure of what to do.

-What are you doing saving your cell phone number...?

Carlos turned a deaf ear, let go of the phone, grabbed her wrist and pushed....

Micaela slumped on the couch, her head resting on the arm of the armchair, her eyes wide as she watched Carlos's face pass in front of her eyes, stopping just inches away from her.

-In the future, if you're ever in danger again, let me know the first time, okay?

His voice was low and muffled, and his hot breath sprayed her face.

Micaela, whose heart was beating a thousand beats a second, looked into his deep-set eyes and hesitated long and hard.