Pushing open the door, Carlos entered. Although she did not sleep in this room the night before, the air still smelled sweetly of her body, as if she had not left ...
On the table by the window, all the things they had mentioned, were really there, the black card, which had not been used even once, the jewelry, which had not been worn even once, and the phone, which was also here ...
The things he sent were returned for the second time!
Carlos' hand pressed against his heart, feeling a little breathless, that little girl was kind to everyone, sponsoring the orphanage, helping her classmates, but she was so cruel to him!
Carlos didn't move those things, he turned around and went downstairs.
-Sofia.
-Sir ...
Sofia looked at Carlos with concern.
"He hasn't had such a cold attitude at home for a long time, what happened? He was fine when he left the house this morning."
-Go to his room to tidy up and pick up all his clothes.
-What?
Sofia didn't react, seeing that the gentleman had come out of Miss Noboa's room, so he should be referring to Miss Noboa, but ...
-And then? I'll take you to your master bedroom?
-Throw it away!
***
Micaela went to work all day in a trance and seemed unfocused, which made Ana very worried. He asked her several times, but she just said she was fine, that she didn't sleep well last night.
-Micaela, you are doing the right thing, look, up to this point now, losing him, you are already in this state, stay with him again and go deeper into it, it will be even harder to get out later, you will definitely die of grief!
"At least you're not dead now, you can keep working and drawing, can't you? Let it go now, you're just sad for a while, yes, just for a while..... He's not someone you can think about, his family is not something you can intervene in. With such a disparity of identities and backgrounds, there will be no good results..."
Micaela continued to persuade herself and was again distracted by the computer screen ...
Seeing her distraction, Ana quietly slid off the stool and took her by the shoulders, asking in a low voice.
-Micaela, what's wrong with you? Is your boyfriend mistreating you? Come on, take me to teach him a lesson!
It was then when Micaela recovered, shaking her head and changing the subject.
-I'm fine, it's Friday, I promised to take everyone to lunch before, go see what you want to eat.
Ana was very worried, Micaela didn't want to mention it at all, but with that distressed look, did she fall out of love?
"Her boyfriend was so good, so rich, and the way he looked at Micaela was so affectionate, they shouldn't break up, right?"
Ana asked worriedly:
-Are you sure we're going today, in your current state?
-Yes, I don't want to be alone in the house, go book a table!
After thinking for a while, Micaela continued:
-We're going to sing after dinner, with the people from the first and third apartments, there are a lot of people and it's more lively, they also helped us about that jewel of Ivanna's last time, consider it a thank you to them.
Seeing her forcibly encouraged to say this, she also did not want to be alone, had she really fallen out of love?
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