My Dear Mr. Nice

Chapter 3 : I'M Sorry, I Don'T Have Any Money.

Chapter 3 : I'm sorry, I don't have any money.

Carlos got up and covered her with a thin blanket.

He had no interest in possessing her against her will!

-When the day comes that you say yes, I will possess you.

After a deep look at the unconscious Micaela, he thought, "I'm going to investigate this woman."

***

Micaela had a long dream about her vaguely remembered parents and the roaring fire and her

mother's voice when she was ten years old, when her mother and father took her on a car trip.

-Micaela, you have to survive....

She was in a coma for a long time because of the emotion of the accident, and when she woke up, she

didn't remember anything before the accident, and she wondered why she had no family other than her

deceased parents and her aunt Marta.

And her only family, Aunt Marta, was not willing to take her in.

She was sent to an orphanage where she was treated very well by the director, she had become so

autistic as a result of the accident that she often didn't say a word all day, and it was the director who

gradually opened her up.

But two years later, Aunt Marta suddenly came back to pick her up from the orphanage and offered to

adopt her.

The director agreed on Micaela's behalf so that she could have a better living environment and study

conditions.

She lived under the Elvira's roof, afraid of upsetting her aunt Marta and her cousin Adriana, but even

after all her efforts, she was eventually sent to someone else's bed by her aunt Marta, whom she had

called aunt for twenty years....

Micaela opened her eyes slowly, the sky was already illuminated, the atmosphere was unfamiliar,

memories of the night before came back to her, she sat up abruptly, her hands strained to lift the

blankets to check....

She was still in the same clothes as yesterday, though torn, and physically she felt no discomfort

either.....

Micaela was relieved....

Apparently the man was finally good and didn't do anything to her.

She could not be more grateful to him.

She must have left, because the large room was silent, she was alone.

She rubbed her temples, her head still a little fuzzy.

The room was very large, simply furnished, but luxuriously decorated, and every object seemed

valuable.

The most striking part were the three circles of magnificent crystal chandeliers on the ceiling that shone

dazzlingly and beautifully throughout the room.

The man must have been very rich to afford such a luxurious hotel.

"Remember this bastard's name is Carlos!".

The words he said last night echoed in her head.

Carlos?

And that kiss...

Rubbing her tired eyes, she allowed herself to stop thinking about this for a moment and make some

order in her mind.

Why did Aunt Marta do this, just because of that request for 1 million?

She knew Adriana hated her very much since she was a child, that's why Micaela couldn't wait to move

into the dorm as soon as she started college, she even worked part-time during summer and winter

vacations to minimize the chances of running into her cousin....

She got out of bed and saw a neatly folded dress on the bedside table.

Was it for her?

Micaela bit her lip, she hadn't expected the man to be so thoughtful.

She picked it up, it was a beautiful dress with a high cheongsam style collar....

Micaela unconsciously touched the back of her neck....

This dress was so too precious.

Micaela put the dress down and walked over to the huge mirror, the tattered silk jacket was no longer

wearable, although the underwear was a very conservative wrap style, there was no way she was

going to walk out the door with it, and the knee length skirt was wrinkled and straw-like....

After some hesitation, Micaela put on the dress, her hairpin was nowhere to be seen, pulled back her

long hair, opened the door and hesitated.

Could she just leave?

The man had kindly saved her, although at first he seemed like a bad guy, making her think she was in

danger.

It seemed impolite to leave like that, but I was so strapped for cash that I had no way to pay him

materially.

This was a hotel, and the man might not come back, so there was no point in leaving a message. But

she was going to remember this favor, if she ever saw him, she would thank him in person!

With this in mind, Micaela closed the door and went out.

The drive out of the hotel went smoothly. Micaela stopped a cab at the entrance.

-Where are you going, Miss?

The driver, an honest man in his forties or fifties, watched Micaela for a while in the rearview mirror.

"What an unusual beauty, even the air in the car smelled good."

Micaela was stunned, yes, where could she go?

Having escaped last night, it was definitely not a good idea to go back to the Elvira's house, she

couldn't even imagine her aunt Marta and Adriana joining forces to finish her off?

-Miss? Where to? Name a place!

The driver raised his voice and asked again.

Micaela blurted out: This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

-To Yunalvian.

-Okay.

The car slowly merged into the traffic.

It was the private residence of the boyfriend who had been with her for three years, Marcos Franco.

Even though nothing happened last night, she still felt guilty and didn't want to confront him for fear that

he would blame her for not protecting herself, but for the moment she had nowhere to go.

Looking out the car window, Micaela's brow furrowed gently, wondering what to do from now on, how

she would deal with her aunt Marta and Adriana.

Ten minutes later, the car pulled up in front of a housing development.

-That's $8. 5.

The driver turned off the engine and looked back, this beauty was a pleasure to behold....

The chauffeur was visibly stunned as he watched Micaela forcefully pull a pearl from the shoulder of

her shirt and hand it to him.

-I'm sorry, I don't have any money. This pearl comes from South Africa and is in very good condition.

The market price is about two thousand dollars.

The driver was dumbfounded and unconsciously reached out to take it; the pearl was really beautiful,

with a nice color and very round....

-Sir, don't worry, find a jewelry store and sell it, I'm sure it will go for more than 2, 000.

She specialized in jewelry appraisal at the university and was very sure of her opinion.

The chauffeur looked at Micaela and her eyes were so clean and clear and full of relevance that I

couldn't help but want to believe her.

-Well, thank you then.

-Thanks to you, goodbye!

Micaela got out of the car and smoothed out her dress a little, from the shoulders to the neckline they

were adorned with pearls of great value, the dress was so well made that it didn't look bad without a

pearl.

She didn't want to wear this dress because she knew these pearls were expensive.

But she didn't know that the dress had been designed by James, a famous designer, nor that it was the

only one in the world.

Certainly her Aunt Martha didn't give her many material goods, she had to spend her own money

carefully and she knew very little about these designer brands.

Taking a deep breath, she entered the elevator in one of the buildings on the block, well past rush hour,

and made her way to the 16th floor without incident.

Micaela made her way to the familiar door, her small hand couldn't help but clench her chest, her heart

was a little nervous, it had been a long time since she had seen him, she wondered how he would react

to her surprise visit?

Was the door ajar?

Then he must be home!

Micaela couldn't help curling the corners of her mouth and fixing her hair before gently pushing the

door....