My Dear Mr. Nice novel Chapter 8

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.

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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.

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!".