My Dear Mr. Nice

Chapter 17 : Do You Feel Like Being Kissed? Huh?

Chapter 17 : Do you feel like being kissed? Huh?

The manager and the store manager were very worried, wondering if they had indirectly offended Mr.

Aguayo by refusing the girl's request to work here, after all, even Mr. Ordonez was afraid of this Mr.

Aguayo.

Adriana, for her part, was fuming with jealousy that the jewelry set, which she had had her eye on, had

been given to Micaela....

Marcos' fists clenched tightly, he was very embarrassed today, did he and Micaela know each other?

What was their relationship?

Carlos felt in a good mood seeing Micaela's ears even reddening... that cute and naive look was just

for him!

He grabbed Micaela's wrist and took off in long strides.

Diego nodded to Mr. Ordonez and followed him to the exit, and Mr. Ordonez accompanied him to the

door with his back hunched until he was out of sight....

Carlos dragged Micaela down the bustling shopping street as night began to fall.

It was a pedestrian street and parking was not allowed.

Micaela tried several times, but couldn't pull her hand away from Carlos. Passersby gave them all kinds

of looks and Micaela was so embarrassed that she just wanted to hide.

-My hand hurts! -cried Micaela timidly.

In fact, she had just the right amount of strength and it didn't hurt, she just wanted Carlos to let go of

her hand.

True to his style, Carlos stopped and let go of her wrist, and before Micaela could withdraw her hand,

Carlos squeezed her small hand tighter.

Really small and comfortable to hold in her hand.

Micaela couldn't help but blush again, letting herself be passively pulled by him as she continued to

walk forward, watching his large hand envelop hers, and inexplicably feeling a warm current run

through her heart....

As they turned off the pedestrian street, the silver-gray Cayenne waited at the curb.

Carlos opened the driver's door and the driver was stunned.

-Mr. Aguayo...

-Get out!

The driver hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt.

Carlos unlocked Micaela on the passenger side and gestured with his eyes for her to get in.

Micaela turned around and leaned her back against the car, not wanting to get in.

-Carlos, where are you taking me? I don't want to go!

Her eyes had panic written in them.

"Micaela, come to your senses, she's such a dignified person, she's not someone you can have-".

Carlos lowered his head, one hand on the open car door and the other still holding her hand tightly.

- "If you don't get in the car, I'll kiss you right here and now.

Micaela didn't even dare to breathe, looking at his serious expression, the two faces were close

together, out of the corner of her eye she saw that people were already stopping to watch, biting her lip,

she turned around and got into the car.

Carlos' mouth curved into a small curve as he closed the door and made his way to the driver's seat.

The chauffeur, who was standing in the car door, busied himself by stepping back.

Carlos climbed in and closed the car door.

Diego, who was following him, looked at the car as it drove away and at the chauffeur, who was being

thrown out of the car, "So we're candlestick holders?".

A few hundred yards away, Carlos suddenly stopped again to the side and lunged directly at Micaela....

Micaela turned her face to the side and closed her eyes, her small hands resting on her chest, ready to

push him hard.

The expected kiss didn't happen and Micaela slowly opened her eyes to see Carlos close to her, his

eyes so full of laughter that they were about to spill....

A click sounded.

Was he just helping her with the seat belt?

-Do you want me to kiss you? Huh?

Micaela pushed him away forcefully.

-No!

Carlos had a smile on his lips.

It was so cute when he was angry that it tickled the corners of his lips.

After buckling his seatbelt securely, the car started slowly.

Micaela picked up the gift jewelry box at her feet and looked away from Carlos with a glare.

-I don't want this, I'm giving it back to you!

Carlos looked at her.

-You liked it a lot when you saw it.

Micaela was a little surprised and couldn't help but look at Carlos, who was staring straight ahead.

-Did you see it?

-Yes.

He arrived a little later than Marcos, and seeing that she could take care of those two by herself, he

stood outside and watched her.

While she stared fascinated at the ring, he watched her spellbound.

Micaela couldn't help biting her lip again.

-If you bite yourself again, you'll.....

Micaela was quick to unclench her teeth and gave him an angry look.

-I can't keep this!

-You don't like it?

"If I say no, you'll keep it, won't you?".

Micaela thought and nodded.

Carlos rolled down the window, a cool breeze came in, he held the steering wheel with one hand and

reached out the other to pick up the box and throw it out the window....

-Carlos, are you crazy?

Micaela retrieved the jewelry box as quickly as she could.

Carlos was indifferent when his plan worked.

-If you don't like it, throw it away.

-Carlos, you're so... How could you throw this away when it cost you so much money?

-It's called "Heartbeat", isn't it?

Micaela was surprised, how did she know?

The designer of this jewelry set called it "Heartbeat". NôvelDrama.Org © content.

-What's the point of keeping it if the girl I like doesn't like it?

Carlos' voice was a little low and seemed to have a slightly sad tinge to it.

If Diego had been in the car, he would have been very surprised!

When did Mr. Aguayo, who had always been indifferent, become a romantic?

Micaela was sure he had been moved at that moment, he could see that the jewelry set had pleased

him at first sight, and he also knew that the jewelry was called "Heartbeat"....

But his sanity, ringing alarm bells, told him not to fall for it, that this was a rich man's game.

"How many days have you known each other?

A man of his status has seen all kinds of beautiful women, so why should he be attracted to you?"

Micaela's heart tore hard upon learning this.

Micaela's voice was weak with a hint of discouragement.....

-Carlos, thank you, but I can't be with you, I'm sorry.....

Carlos had mentally prepared himself that she would not accept him easily, but hearing such a direct

rejection from her, he still experienced the feeling of having his heart stabbed.

Rejected again!

The temperature in the car seemed to drop several degrees all at once.

He was too proud to ask why, and his pride prevented him from asking why, even if he wanted to throw

her out of the car right now.

But in the end he felt sorry and the car made a sharp turn.

He had to get her home or there was no telling what he might do.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw that she was shivering and unconsciously raised the window.

Suddenly he thought he couldn't send her back as if he knew her address....

-Where do you live?

The tone was harsh and unmistakable.

Was he finally giving up?

Micaela suppressed the disappointment in her heart and read aloud the address of her community.

The two stood still and there was no more conversation.

Carlos rarely drove and didn't know the terrain of this area well.

By the time they reached his neighborhood, it was already dark.

Carlos, of course, knew which building he was in, but he still had to ask.

-What building do you live in?

-Just drop me off at the entrance of the community, I can....

-You tell me!

Carlos turned up the volume.

Did she want to mark distance from him so badly?