Carlos, suppressing shock and confusion, approached her and reached out his hand with the intention of caressing her head. Unexpectedly, Micaela pushed his hand away and begged him:
-No, don't touch me.....
Micaela shrank back even more, gripping the collar tightly with both hands, but there was no more room behind her, so she had no choice but to curl up into a ball.
Seeing her vulnerable appearance and defensive eyes, Charles felt a sharp pang in his heart. Although he didn't know what exactly had happened, he was pretty sure that something unpleasant had happened to his darling....
-Honey, look at me... -he said in a very tender tone.
Micaela did so obediently and stopped crying little by little.
-Come to my embrace, okay?
Hearing the man's words, Micaela was very moved, and immediately wanted to throw herself into the man's embrace, however, the terrible scenes appeared again in her mind, leaving her frozen in the same place.
Carlos opened his arms and said softly:
-Micaela, look at me and I won't hurt you. Come here, okay?
-Carlos...
The woman's tears slipped again, she slowly crawled towards him, she threw herself into his arms crying:
-I'm sorry, wuaaaa.... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it....
Carlos gave a relieved sigh as this woman finally approached him himself. He hugged her tightly and stroked her hair gently, giving her comfort as he whispered to her:
-Don't worry, honey, you have me here.
Micaela wanted to tell him what had just appeared in her mind, but she was afraid that these images were true.
"What if it were all true, what opinion would Carlos have of me?"
Thinking like that, tears welled up in her eyes even more fiercely.
She was afraid that Carlos would despise her. She had spent such a happy day with him today, and she really didn't want to ruin this hard-won happiness....
"What should I do?"
Suddenly Carina felt that she herself was not worthy of Carlos....
-Honey, don't overthink it. I promise I'll always be there for you, okay?
Carlos hugged her tighter and comforted her whispering in her ear until this poor girl got tired of crying and fell asleep in his embrace.
After wiping her tears on her cheeks and covering her with the blanket, Carlos got off the bed, went to the sofa, took out Micaela's cell phone and unlocked the screen, which still showed the interface with Alba.
The last unread message wrote:
-Well, cheer up tonight and I look forward to your good news tomorrow.
Carlos slid the screen down and read all the messages from the two girls. Until that moment, he realized that his babe was really willing to give her virginity to himself tonight.
He still felt very happy inside, even though it didn't work out for him in the end.
Afterwards, Carlos flipped through the call log, found Alba's phone number and dialed it.
He turned around, glanced worriedly at Micaela, who was sleeping peacefully, left the room and closed the door tightly.
-My God, you finished it so quickly! It seems that your Mr. Aguayo is not very good in bed! -Alba's humorous voice came from the other end of the phone.
-It's Carlos speaking...
Hearing the man's serious voice, Alba was so shocked that the cell phone fell out of her hand onto the couch.
Then she forced herself to take a deep breath before picking up the phone. Knowing that the man on the other end was still listening, she kept talking:
-I guess you've already vaguely guessed what had happened to Micaela.
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