My Dear Mr. Nice novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20 : I'm not spying on you, really!

She always blushed at his approach and didn't know how to react, she didn't know if this was feeling something for him, she had never felt such emotions towards Marcos.

But she knew that Carlos and she were from different worlds because of their identities....

She could not give him any answer...

Carlos grabbed her chin, not allowing her to turn her head away.

-Did he just kiss you?

Carlos asked with an icy gleam in his eyes.

Micaela froze for a moment, shocked, her mind went back to the scene on TV where the heroine was kissed by someone else and the man had to personally disinfect the heroine... So she shook her head immediately.

-Really? Then why do I seem to have seen that...?

Carlos was talking while he wanted to kiss her....

Micaela turned her head away and shouted:

-He didn't kiss me, it was just a touch on my cheek.....

-Is it this way?

Carlos gave a soft peck on her cheek.

It was a peck, but it made the girl's body shudder slightly.

Micaela thought her brain must have short-circuited, because she turned her neck and turned the other side of her face towards him....

-Oh, this way? -she said as she was about to give another kiss....

There was a knock at the door and Micaela pushed him away in fright, getting up and running to the door.

Micaela tried to open the door and a large hand rested on it, his magnificent body pressed against the small of Micaela's back.

Carlos rested one hand on the door, looked down and gave her a kiss on the other cheek as well.

-Face your feelings for me, okay?

Micaela felt her heart was going to burst out of her chest, she bit her lip, not knowing what to do, not rejecting his touch at all....

His other hand overlapped Micaela's on the doorknob and, with a push, the door opened.

-Sir, Miss Noboa!

Carlos pushed Micaela back a step and Diego stepped aside as several people behind him, all with elaborate lunch boxes in their hands, snuck in, found the table, set things up and left.

Diego put down Carlos' phone, closed the door and walked out.

Micaela was still flushed and a little nervous, but Carlos made himself at home and pulled her into the seat.

Micaela stood in awe at the beautifully presented dishes, it looked like the work of a great chef.

It was the fourth day she had lived there, and it was the first time she had sat here for a formal dinner, on top of that it was with him?

Micaela sneaked a glance at him, the hair on his forehead looked soft, he was ladling the soup with a spoon, his eyes focused, his thin lips pursed before he put the bowl of soup in front of her....

Carlos looked at her and Micaela looked away in a panic....

-I'm not spying on you, really!

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Micaela wanted to bite her tongue, "Don't be so obvious!".

Carlos chuckled a little.

Micaela looked at his faint smile and felt her heart beating fast and lowered her head hurriedly.

-I know. Come on, eat.

If it weren't for the table that separated them, she would have liked to rub his head at the sight of his rueful face.

Sometimes she was a shy little girl, sometimes foolish enough to be bullied.

Micaela looked down, wanting to bury her burning red face in her plate....

After dinner, Micaela busied herself clearing the table while Carlos took a seat on the couch and worked on something important on his phone.

It was so awkward not having a computer....

Carlos wondered if he should ask Diego to bring his laptop....

Looking up, Micaela already cleared the table and was doing something in the small kitchen.