My Dear Mr. Nice
Chapter 82 : Your Uncles And Their Daughter, All Three Were Staying At Your House!

Chapter 82: Your uncles and their daughter, all three were staying at your house!

Micaela was a little nervous and even a little incoherent:

-I'm sorry. I took the afternoon off, thinking of going back to the office to wait for you before work....

"Micaela, what were you doing in that neighborhood?"

"Why did you get wet in the rain?"

"And why did you cry so much?"

"Why didn't you call me to pick you up?"

Carlos really wanted to ask her, but when he saw her so anxious without knowing how to explain, he felt even sadder....

"Why don't you trust me?"

"Am I not sincere enough?"

Micaela didn't know what else to explain, she bit her lip and looked at him.

-I'm leaving and you soak in hot water. The bathrobe is hanging there.

After saying that, Carlos left in disappointment, closing the bathroom door.

Micaela paused before getting up, taking off her clothes and plunging back into the hot water.

She could see the loss in his gaze, but she couldn't open her mouth.

The steam choked her and she took a deep breath. She wasn't ready to tell him about her messy life, because in her heart, she still had an inferiority complex.

How was she going to tell him something confusing to her?

She hadn't told anyone, and she didn't know how to talk about it....

When she was playing the piano at her teacher's house, she had a vague image of her parents in her mind, especially her mother's warm smile. But at the thought that they had died, she suddenly felt an enormous sadness.

Once again, her teacher's words echoed in her mind:

-I have been teaching you for three years, and I have also been in and out of your house for three years. I can confirm that the house belongs to your father! Your father ran Grupo Noboa! Your uncles and his daughter, all three of them stayed at your house....

What she said and what Tia Marta had told her were completely different.

Micaela was confused and surprised.

"How much had my aunt lied to me?"

"I couldn't be more confused!"

If she believed the teacher, then the current Grupo Elvira should have been hers, and Aunt Marta would be a thief!

Adriana snatched the house, the piano and Marcos from her.....

-I have a good life and I lack nothing. I can't understand your life that you have nothing.

Adriana's proud voice rang in her mind....

It turns out that it was all because of her!

Fortunately, she had already withdrawn from the relationship with Marcos, and she had met Carlos....

"Carlos...

Suddenly she knew how she felt! When I saw Carlos in the car, she instantly relaxed because she found someone she could trust. So she couldn't help but cry...

She still counted on Carlos in this world!

Although he had never promised anything, his actions had always told her that he would be by her side forever.

Micaela rose from the water, got out of the tub, put on the ample bathrobe, and hurried out barefoot.

"He must be in the study!"

She pushed open the door and sure enough, she was standing in front of the window in another black shirt. When she heard a sound, she turned around.... Carlos was surprised to see Micaela walking quickly towards him....

Seeing that she had no intention of stopping, Carlos suddenly felt joy, simply because, she was looking at him and directing him towards him....

He opened his arms, and she jumped into his arms....

What a surprise! A moment of frustration almost made it difficult for him to breathe, and the next moment, holding her fragrant body, he felt like he was in heaven!

-Carlos...

-What?

-Can you help me?

-Of course.

-You're not asking me what you're going to help?

-Anything!

Carlos hugged her tightly, feeling a great satisfaction, which he had never experienced before.

She was very impressed.

Her face was pressed against his chest, and she felt him breathing heavily, her heart was beating fast and her temperature was high. Thinking that he had also become wet, she hastened to ask him urgently: -Do you have a fever?

She stroked his forehead....

Looking at her snow-white neck, and the cleavage slightly opened by the movement, Carlos was even more fascinated.

Micaela blushed and hastily grabbed the too wide collar of her robe....

"I'm in too much of a hurry. I should go back to the bedroom to change my clothes."

She was wearing nothing but a bathrobe.....

Carlos looked at her, in a very good mood:

-Are you feeling shy now?

Micaela didn't speak, just bit her lips, and looked at her feet.

Only then Carlos saw that she was barefoot, and hurried to carry her in his arms to her room, placing her gently on the bed.

Micaela sat up nervously, her heart beating rapidly.

Carlos wrapped a quilt around her, and then sat behind her, holding her, her head resting on his shoulder....

Outside the window, the wind was blowing and it was raining, but the image inside was romantic....

Micaela leaned into Carlos' arms, feeling especially warm. She raised her head slightly, met his gaze, which filled her with tenderness.

-Why did you cry?

Micaela bowed her head, bit her lips, took a deep breath and spoke to him slowly.

From her parents, the car accident and the orphanage to the adoption by Los Elvira....

Micaela told in a sad voice. She remembered her parents, who loved her very much. That strange and familiar affection suddenly struck her heart. But she had forgotten them and had not even kept all that her parents left...

When Carlos came closer and kissed her, Micaela suddenly became comfortable and Carlos asked in a low voice:

-So, do you remember them now?

-No...

Micaela blushed, lowered her head and kept talking.