My Dear Mr. Nice

Chapter 28 : She'S So Cute When She'S Drunk!

Chapter 28 : She's so cute when she's drunk!

With a noise, Charles, as if he heard the blood rush to his brain, unhesitatingly attached himself,

stopping just as he was about to touch her lips, and asked in a low voice:

-Who am I?

Carlos knew she was drunk and didn't want her not to know who had kissed her....

-Carlos...

The last word was taken to his mouth....

Once he touched her lips, Carlos didn't want to let go, the fragrance of her body filled the surroundings,

her mouth had the faint smell of wine...

That kiss went from intense, to tender, to affectionate....

Carlos forced himself to let her go, his eyes were already watery...

-Sleep, good girl.

Micaela slowly closed her eyes.

"She's so cute when she's drunk!".

In the future, she could drink in moderation, as long as she went with him!

After a deep look at her sleeping face, Carlos turned off the light and closed the door again.

After picking up the blazer he had just dropped on the sofa, he wanted to leave.

Walking to the door, he hesitated again, returned to the couch and sat down.

He still wanted to stay here, even if it was just to sit.

The way he acted was because he had been drinking.

He knew that with her personality of refusing to stand up to him, she could not have acted so boldly if it

weren't for the alcohol....

At the thought of that kiss, Carlos took a deep breath and pushed his reverie aside.

He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number.

-Sir.

-Diego, regarding the Gilabert Group contract from two days ago, he reports that we are working with

them. The profit share will become 60% for them.

-He begged us to work with them, so 60% belongs to us... You're not going to think about it?

Diego hesitated for a reason.

Once there was cooperation with Grupo Aguayo, the list of future projects was endless, and having

Grupo Aguayo as a partner was a leap to the giants.

People would want to work with Grupo Aguayo even without benefits.

-It was decided this way.

-All right...

-Send me a suit, I'm in Barrio Fanslaño.

Diego was again severely shocked and immediately thought about the collaboration that had just taken Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

place, it must be related to Miss Noboa, she was the only one who could make the gentleman do the

unthinkable every time.

-Well, but, sir, we have a flight tomorrow morning at 6:00 a. m....

-I know, I'll meet you at the airport tomorrow.

-Okay.

***

Micaela woke up at dawn and groped without finding her phone near her pillow.

She looked up and saw her purse on the nightstand next to her. She took her phone out of the bag and

looked at it, it was only six o'clock....

She rubbed her head as if she had forgotten something....

She sat up and ran her hand over her lips... "I think I dreamt that Carlos kissed me last night!".

Burying her face in the blanket, Micaela thought to herself, "How embarrassing, I can't believe I had

that dream."

-God!

Micaela raised her head and remembered that Alba had returned yesterday.

After talking to Alba yesterday, she took her to the bar and that beer tasted great....

Ivanna came looking for a fight and ended up running away....

Then there was a lot of talking with Alba, she drank a lot, and later, it looked like she saw Carlos....

Micaela pulled her hair in a bit of a panic, what the hell had happened yesterday?

How had she gotten back?

Where was Alba?

She was secretly back without her family knowing!

Micaela rushed to pick up the phone and call Alba.

The phone rang for a long time before it was picked up and it was Alba's sleepy voice.

-Micaela, what's wrong?

-Alba, where are you?

Alba, on the other end of the line, also sounded stunned, and it took her a while to answer.

-Fuck, why am I at home! I'm dying, my brother is going to skin me... Micaela, where are you?

-I'm at home, too...

-But are you all right? -Alba asked carefully.

Micaela didn't notice the sudden difference in Alba's tone and answered:

-I'm fine.

-I'll talk to you later. I'll go out and see what's going on and catch up with you later.

After saying this, she hung up the phone.

Micaela hung up her phone.

Alba was home, it was a relief.

She wasn't going to a bar again!

What a shitty drink that doesn't make you drunk, if in the end they both ended up drunk as hell!

She didn't even remember how she had gotten home, it was too dangerous!

She opened the door and, although her mind was fuzzy, she vaguely remembered seeing Carlos,

cuddling in a warm embrace, hearing a strong heartbeat, and the kiss....

Was it a dream, or was it real?

Micaela's suspicions were immediately confirmed when she saw, on the back of the sofa, a man's

suit....

Micaela picked up the jacket lying on the sofa, the smell was so familiar....

Leaving the clothes in a trance, she wanted to go wash her face to clear her head.

In the bathroom, in the laundry basket there were white shirts, suit pants....

Micaela blushed and looked away, only to see that in the washbasin glass, where normally there was

only a toothbrush, was today accompanied by a blue one... There was also one more towel hanging on

the wall....

Micaela's face was burning....

Micaela ran out of the bathroom and got back into bed.

"Ahhhhhhh, how crazy, the world is really crazy!".

Micaela discovered that she felt something sweet in her heart and she was happy!

It was Carlos who had brought her yesterday and kissed her....

She sank her head under the blanket as if that would rid her of the strange feeling that was overflowing

in her heart....

It was a while before Micaela peeked her head out, her face suffocated and red.

She had to get up, she had to go to work today, she couldn't stand here thinking about it!

Then, forcing herself to stay calm, she strided out, headed straight for the bathroom, showered,

brushed her teeth and face, and put on the outfit she'd prepared yesterday.

Standing in front of the mirror, she was especially pleased with the white shirt with lapel collar and

black pants, the whole look looked very professional.

She looked at the neckline again and then pulled her hair into a bun.

Micaela looked in the mirror at the modest lapels and thought, "Why do I remember being obsessed

with these lapels and high collars? When did that start?"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if I like the lapel or the high collar, now I have to go to the kitchen to get

something to eat!".

Micaela headed for the kitchen, where there was left of the eggs and noodles she bought last time....

There was a knock at the door.

Micaela went to the front door.

She asked who it was before opening the door.

-Meitua, takeout, your Salas Caribe has arrived!

Micaela opened the door and it really was Meitua's delivery man.

-Your breakfast! Enjoy your meal and give us 5 stars if you are satisfied. Thank you.

Unconsciously accepting the bag he handed her, Micaela was puzzled.

-I didn't order food!

-Are you Miss Noboa?

-Yes.

-Then it's for you, I also checked the address, it's correct. I'm leaving then, goodbye!

Closing the door, Micaela loaded her breakfast, returned to the table and sat down, with the answer

already in her mind.