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My Dear Mr. Nice novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212 : This is what it feels like to be in love.

After eating a good breakfast, Carlos got up to get ready to leave and Micaela walked him to the door.

When Carlos saw her clinging gaze, he couldn't help but hug her tightly.

-Do you want any presents?

-I'm not missing anything...

Speaking of gifts, something flashed in Micaela's mind, and she seemed to have forgotten something....

Knowing that she would say this, Carlos said:

-Then I will choose it for you.

She hurried to look at him and said:

-Remember to bring one for Alba!

Carlos did not answer, kissed her on the cheek and said in a low voice:

-I'm leaving.

Then he let her go, turned around, opened the door and went out.

Micaela looked at the closed door, and returned to the dining table.

Alba said jokingly:

-I'll sing you a farewell song, okay?

Micaela sat down next to her and I leaned on her shoulder:

-I like him more and more. I fell in love, that I don't want to be separated from him, and that I feel happy just looking at him, and....

Micaela's face reddened.

Alba felt uncomfortable but smiled:

-Yes, this is what it feels like to be in love. I don't know why you were with Marcos then.

She thought Alba would ask her what she had just said, but she didn't. As she remembered something, her thoughts couldn't help but drift a little, until Alba shook her and she answered:

-Because it haunted me for so long.

Alba had heard this reason countless times, and didn't really believe it.

Micaela gathered her emotions and tidied up the table:

-Well, it's time to go.

Alba nodded, and the two headed straight for Brillantella.

As soon as they entered, they met the models and staff on their way. They were all smiling amicably. It seemed like the entire modeling department knew about yesterday's contest.

When they arrived at the practice room they had arranged with Eric beforehand, Eric asked her with concern:

-Micaela, are you all right?

Yesterday, Mr. Aguayo did not allow Micaela to come, which scared Eric a lot, since a foot injury was something very serious for a model.

Luckily, Micaela sent him a message later saying that it was just a puncture in the shoe, that it was swollen and that he was fine. So he was relieved and, at the same time, he admired her even more because she insisted on standing for so long and won the competition.

Now all the models were calm and no one dared to come to her exclusive training room looking for trouble anymore.

Micaela blushed slightly and smiled as she replied:

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