My Dear Mr. Nice

Chapter 8 : Taking Care Of Her

Chapter 8 : Taking Care of Her

The doctor ran upstairs after him.

The housekeeper and maid were surprised to see Charles carry the unconscious woman directly to her

own room.

Carlos gently placed her on the bed, not caring that she was wet.

Her face was flushed and her body was very warm.

Seeing that she was all wet, Carlos wanted to undo the buttons on her collar....

But when he was almost touching her, he stopped violently and turned around....

The doctor, who was standing ready for his orders, shuddered at Mr. Aguayo's cold stare....

Were Mr. Aguayo's eyes trying to freeze him to death?

-Get out! -Carlos shouted.

The doctor hurried out.

-Sofia! -Carlos shouted down as he opened his closet and pulled out a bathrobe.

Sofia rushed in.

-Sir...

Carlos put the robe in Sofia's hand.

-Change her wet clothes!

When he finished, he left the room and closed the door.

Micaela was changed and tucked in before the doctor examined her under Carlos' sharp gaze.

Only after making sure it was a fainting spell brought on by fever and hunger did Carlos look better.

Only after giving her the intravenous drip did the doctor rush out.

***

It was the next day when Micaela woke up.

She opened her eyes slowly to see a handsome face asleep before her, with a forehead covered with

soft hair; long eyelashes, better than a woman's; snow-white skin, without a single pore; a straight

nose; perfectly thin, tight lips....

"I'm not awake yet, I'm dreaming! How could I have a beautiful man here in my bed?".

Micaela thought and closed her eyes again.

But she was so hungry!

Was it possible to feel such a real hunger in dreams?

She opened her eyes again, but was so frightened that she grabbed the blanket....

Only to see that the beautiful man had opened his eyes, with a hint of sluggishness from sleep, and his

hand was reaching for her....

Micaela wanted to scream, but the pain in her throat prevented her from speaking....

-Well, you no longer have a fever.

The man spoke, his voice a little hoarser.

After checking the temperature of her forehead, the large hand left.

Micaela stood watching as the man lifted the sheets off the bed and entered the adjacent closet.

He was dressed in a white bathrobe and had white skin, although she only caught a glimpse of him, he

was muscular as fuck!

Micaela sat up and shook her head, why was she playing the nymphomaniac at that moment and

spying on his muscles? She didn't understand herself.

Her head still ached a little, the events of last night flashed through her mind like scenes from a movie.

She escaped thanks to her uncle, but soon after leaving she encountered two hooligans. For

emergency, he picked up a rock and smashed up a passing car, then, he got into the car, and he

was....

-Carlos?

Micaela's voice was slightly hoarse, as if to verify what was on her mind, and she spoke tentatively.

-What?

Carlos put on his shirt and pants and buttoned his sleeves as he stepped out, looking at Micaela sitting

on the edge of the bed, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Carlos' eyes darkened....

His eyes, why did they seem to burn a little?

She lowered her head with her gaze.....

-Ouch!

Micaela grabbed the thin quilt and covered the exposed part. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

She was also wearing a white bathrobe and had slept all night with her neck quite open and with

nothing underneath....

She looked at Carlos, embarrassed and annoyed.

In fact, he had a faint smile on his face!

"Damn you!

How dare he take my clothes off!".

Micaela was so angry that she covered her chest with one hand and grabbed the pillow next to her and

threw it at him.

Carlos bent down and another pillow flew by.....

He reached out to catch it and a third came flying by.

Carlos dropped the pillows and strided forward, kneeling one foot on the edge of the bed, his big hand

grabbed Micaela's as she was about to grab the last pillow....

Micaela struggled and Carlos gave her a gentle push that turned her into a position where Micaela was

lying on her back and Carlos was on top, one hand still on her wrist.

Micaela's other hand clutched at the thin blanket across her chest, her pretty eyes misting over....

Carlos looked at her looking aggrieved and felt his heart soften as never before.

-Stop, I asked Sofia to change your clothes!

The voice was as soft as ever.

-I have a very important meeting, so be a good girl and wait for me at home.

With that she got up, opened the door and walked out.

Micaela paused, blushing a little, did she misunderstand him?

But why had he slept in the same bed with her, didn't that create a misunderstanding?

Micaela smoothed out her clothes and sat up, glancing around the room, which was spacious and

luxurious.

This was to be her master bedroom.

Why set her up in this room?

Micaela was wondering when Sofia entered, grabbing a paper bag in her hands and placing it on the

edge of the bed within Micaela's reach.

-Miss, you're awake. Here are some clothes for you.

Sofia, in her early forties, was well dressed, with her hair tied back behind her head, and seemed

especially kind.

Micaela spoke with embarrassment:

-Thank you...

I was just worrying about what to wear....

-Miss, don't cut yourself, the master has prepared a light meal for you in the kitchen, so come down to

eat when you are ready.

Sofia went into the bathroom for a moment and soon came out.

-The toiletries are ready for you, I'll wait for you downstairs!

With that she smiled and went out, closing the door behind her.

Micaela got out of bed, grabbed her clothes, entered the bathroom barefoot and instantly had the

illusion of being blinded by the light!

This bathroom was huge, bigger than her room!

The floors and walls were glorious, and the bathtub was so large!

Micaela put aside the idea that rich people really knew how to enjoy life, took a quick shower and put

on the clothes in the bag, all the right size.

The dress in particular was plain, with a lapel collar that covered the back of the neck....

Why was the size of the underwear also correct? Micaela opted to skip and not think about it.

Gathering herself, Micaela hurried down the stairs.

The house was large, luxurious and decorated in a distinctly European style, upscale and particularly

elegant at the same time.

"Ah, that crystal light is beautiful...".

Sofia saw her coming down and hurried to greet her.

-Mademoiselle, come eat in the dining room here.

Micaela hurriedly withdrew her eyes that were looking around her.

-Actually, you can call me Micaela!

Sofia turned her head to look at her, the girl looked especially attractive.

-Okay. You can call me Sofia, I'm the maid here, and I've seen the master grow up, although he seems

like a cold person, he's very detailed. He himself took care to make clear the preparations for your

food, your clothes and everything.

The gentleman had never brought a woman home before, and being already a 27-year-old man, Sofia

couldn't help but get anxious about it.

His looks, his height and his condition were first class, and there were many women who wanted to

throw themselves at him, but the gentleman wouldn't even give them a glance.

Micaela was so hungry that she took a spoon in her hand and noticed a red spot on his right wrist, as if

from a needle....

Sofia had also noticed it.

-Miss Noboa, you were completely soaked when the gentleman brought you in yesterday, and with a

high fever, the gentleman called the doctor to come and give you intravenous serum, I told him that I

would take care of you, he said no, that he would watch the serum himself and change it, he did not

rest until two or three o'clock!

With that, he unconsciously looked at his watch.

-This is the first time I've seen him fall asleep, the gentleman has always left at seven in the morning,

and now it's already nine in the morning?

Micaela's heart was already filled with guilt.....