My Dear Mr. Nice

Chapter 47: Maybe the gentleman expects you to buy something for him

Diego was driving sitting in the front seat.

Micaela saw that Carlos still had an angry look on his face, as she did not dare to speak.

The atmosphere in the car was a bit somber.

Diego reflected and spoke.

-Miss Noboa, after walking around for a day, haven't you seen something you like?

-No.

Micaela answered him and glanced at Carlos secretly while he was looking out the window.

-You can look to see if there is anything good for our lord.

Micaela turned in surprise and unconsciously paid a visit to Carlos.

Carlos was still looking out the window.

Diego saw that Carlos said nothing and then continued.

-After walking around so much for a day, maybe the lord expects you to buy him something.

-Shut up!

Carlos said quietly.

Diego continued speaking without concern.

-As long as you bought it, it could be anything. Just as you cooked breakfast for our lord in the morning, he ate all the carrots even though he didn't like them.

-Diego!

Carlos' voice conveyed a warning and his ears slyly turned red.

Actually Carlos was hopeful and even asked Diego to replace the number to receive messages from consumption after using the black card with his own.

Before Carlos thought it was annoying to receive the messages, so they were all sent to Diego's phone.

But Carlos gave the card to Micaela today and suddenly felt it was something proud that she was going to consume the money he earned. He wanted to know where she liked to spend.

However, he did not receive any messages during the day. He also made a call particularly to customer service to make the inquiry. He did not stop paying attention until he learned that since he had just changed the number to receive messages, the information might be temporarily delayed.

It turned out that she could not receive messages because she absolutely did not use the card.

-That's right.

Micaela whispered.

In fact, she hadn't thought of that.

He didn't like carrots but in the morning he ate them, because she cooked them?

At this moment, Micaela felt that he was not so unattainable and was also an ordinary man who expected to receive a gift from someone he liked.

Micaela leaned towards him, kissed him gently on the cheek and quickly returned to her position, her face flushed.

Carlos was first taken aback, then became very joyful and reached out his hand and hugged her.

As they were still in the car and Diego too, Carlos understood that Micaela was very shy, so he just repressed the joy in his heart and to her he gave her a kiss on the lips and then whispered in her ear. -I love this gift.

After finishing the words, he released her.

With a rosy face, Micaela did not have the courage to look at him.

Carlos felt happier and looked at the rearview mirror in front of him.

-Diego, your bonus can be tripled this month!

-Thank you very much, sir.

Diego replied with a smile.

Micaela stepped aside with a flushed face, took the paper bag, lifted the skirt inside to show it to Carlos and asked.

-Carlos, why was this dress kept in the hotel back then?

In fact, she wanted to inquire if he gave her the clothes as a gift.

She also knew that the dress must have been his gift.

The second time when she met him, she had a fever and fainted and he took her home. The clothes had already been changed, but he still asked Sophia to pack them to go. So, if it wasn't for her, what was it for?

But now she had already understood the significance of the clothes, so she couldn't just treat it as an expensive dress.

It was the skirt James was going to give to someone's destined bride.

And Charles was that lucky man.

It was impossible for Carlos not to know the significance of the dress.

But at that moment it was the first time for her to meet Carlos, he was still in such an embarrassing situation, and she regarded him as a despicable man who took advantage of the danger of others. Carlos fixed the clothes in Micaela's hand and knew she was definitely going to ask him a question.

He still had a slight smile on his face, looked at her with deep eyes and asked.

-What do you think?

Micaela's face turned redder. She bit her lip and answered.

-I don't know.

Carlos' smile deepened.

-I didn't know at the time either.

Micaela raised her head and looked at him in surprise.

Actually, he didn't know at the time.

When he checked out of the hotel, he suddenly remembered that her clothes were torn, and immediately noticed the dress James insisted on giving her when he went to France earlier, just happened to be in the car, so he had someone take it and leave it for her.

Then, in the rainy night, he was surprised for a moment to see that it fit her very snugly and attractively.

-But, now I get it. Do you want to know?

Carlos asked.

Micaela looked into his eyes, where the answer seemed as clear as daylight.

Shifting her gaze, Micaela shook her head sharply.

Justly the car stopped and arrived at Micaela's house, at Barrio Fanslan.

"How weird is this babe," Carlos laughed but said nothing more. He opened the car door and then covered the roof with his hand to let her out.

Seeing his careful actions, Micaela felt happy in her heart.

Carlos reached out to pick up the paper bag from Micaela's hand, took her hand and they walked towards the building.

Seeing Carlos' hand wrapped around her own hand, a doubt fell on Micaela if he was going to spend the night at her house again.

With a disturbed emotion, Micaela exited the elevator holding hands.

Micaela was distracted and wanted to take out the key but her shoes slipped.

She exclaimed and thought she was about to fall.

Carlos was smart and agile, and hugged Micaela around her waist.

Micaela was still frightened, and unconsciously grabbed the clothes on Carlos' chest with both hands.

Carlos' intense gaze was like a deep sea. Micaela looked at him and drowned in his gaze, forgetting to react.

Carlos liked her eyes fascinated with him, but at the moment, he had something more important to do.

After helping her steady herself on her feet, Carlos looked down at the floor.

The entire floor was wet with water and liquid flowed from Micaela's house.

-Give me the key.

Carlos ordered her.

Micaela did not recover until now, she blushed a little and hurriedly handed the key to Carlos.

-Stay in a dry place.

Micaela moved aside obediently.

Carlos opened the door and turned on the light. He stepped inside to check the situation, then stepped out of the place and took Micaela's hand naturally. -Carlos said, "Be careful. The floor is slippery and there is water everywhere.

Micaela couldn't help but grab Carlos' hand.

She entered the house and looked around but then felt herself sinking to the bottom of her heart.

-For the moment you can't live here. Water is also coming into the bedroom and the situation is particularly serious. The pipe in the bathroom is already broken.

Carlos explained.

Micaela remembered that when she returned home in the morning, she found a gush of water on the floor but then forgot what had happened. If she had returned early to make the solution, it probably wouldn't happen.

-What do I do?

Micaela was really anxious.

-Should I contact the property manager first? Or the landlord? Or the plumber?

Seeing that she didn't know how to act, Carlos reached out, touched her chin and said in a low voice.

-All you have to do is ask me a favor.

-What?

Micaela said without thinking in disbelief.

-Are you capable of repairing the pipe?

Carlos couldn't hold back the urge to laugh and rubbed her head gently.

-You just need to look at me, trust me and leave the matter to me.

Micaela was reddened and lowered her head.

-Silly!

Carlos took Micaela's hand to leave.

But Micaela rejected him and asked.

-Where are you taking me?

Carlos turned his head to look at her.

-To my house.