Mateo looked at Micaela, who was already slumped over the table, and immediately averted his gaze to Alba, who was also almost unconscious from drinking, and called out to her in a low voice.
-Alba!
Alba turned around, saw her brother who seemed to be very angry, let out a giggle and elbowed Micaela, who was already asleep.
-Micaela, I'm hallucinating. I'm seeing my brother...
-Hey, Micaela, are you asleep? We have to go on...
-Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll go back to Mangzarent Nation secretly...
Alba collapsed on the table and fell completely asleep.
Mateo took a deep breath and wordlessly signaled the waiter.
-The bill.
-Mr. Aguayo has paid for all the drinks today.
Mateo stood for a moment, nodded his head, raised his hand and picked up his sister and left.
It wasn't long before Carlos arrived in front of Micaela.
Micaela had her hand on her face, her eyes tightly closed, no one knew what she had dreamed, but she had a smile on her lips.
Carlos took Micaela by the waist, and as she snuggled into the wide embrace, she smelled a familiar, fresh scent of man that made her feel safe, and her small hands consciously grasped the clothes on his chest as she sank her head into his arms.
Carlos looked down, she was sound asleep, her face flushed and her long eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyes.
The people around couldn't help but stare at him, but they dared not make a sound.
The man was handsome and extraordinary, he wore a handmade suit that looked valuable to the naked eye, and his aura was so powerful that he looked like a king.
The crowd watched him stride away with the woman in his arms, followed by a line of bodyguards.
This must be a real tycoon!
Carlos came out with Micaela in his arms and Diego was already by the car waiting.
-Sir.
Diego saw with astonishment that his master got out with a woman in his arms, and upon closer inspection he noticed that it was Miss Noboa.
Hurrying to open the back seat, Carlos motioned for him to open the passenger side.
Diego immediately did as he was told.
Carlos carefully placed her in the passenger seat, then took off his jacket and covered her up, then buckled her in, her hot breath hitting Carlos' face, with the faint smell of wine....
Carlos looked at Micaela's face, her lips, red and....
Micaela slowly opened her eyes and saw the handsome face enlarged in front of her, and her head dizzy, not knowing if it was a dream or reality, she murmured:
-Bad, you've come to tease me again?
-What?
Carlos was puzzled.
-I know you were buckling my seatbelt, not trying to kiss me....
Looking into her misty eyes, it took all his strength not to kiss her immediately.
People were already standing outside the car to see her beauty, "Only I can see her!".
Carlos closed the door, walked to the driver's side, looked at Diego and a group of bodyguards and explained:
-Go home.
After saying this, he got into his car, started it up and drove off.
Diego watched the car drive off and thought, "Sir, I came here to be your chauffeur, and you just left me?
Was he going back to Nyisrenda or to his residence?
After some deliberation, Carlos drove to Barrio Fanslan, Micaela's neighborhood.
Micaela leaned back in her leather-backed seat and opened her dazed eyes to look at Carlos driving, thinking she was in a dream, "His profile is very handsome, no, he looks good from any angle, he's God's most perfect work, isn't he?".
It would be rare for any girl to see him and not get her heart racing, wouldn't it?
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