My Dear Mr. Nice

Chapter 7 : How Do You Plan To Pay For It? Isn'T It Better If You Marry Me?

Chapter 7 : How do you plan to pay for it? Isn't it better if you marry me?

Carlos, who had opened the door from the other side of the car, overheard the words and was slightly

startled.

-Don't make me laugh, if you have such a rich husband, how can you be here in the rain in the middle

of the night?

Micaela was speechless for a moment....

-My wife has this hobby, do you have a problem?

A cold voice rang out.

A tall, elongated figure, carrying a large black umbrella, slowly approached.

In the rainy night, and with the umbrella covering his face, it was impossible to see, but the powerful

aura emanating from him still made the two hooligans step back in fear.

Micaela looked up in disbelief and Carlos had approached her.

The umbrella covered the sky above her head and no rain was hitting her face directly, allowing her to

see the perfect profile of the man in front of her, with his high nose, firm chin and sharp, focused eyes

looking straight ahead.

-No, I have no problem.....

The two hooligans suddenly flinched, the man's eyes, majestic and domineering, penetrated with

coldness, as if a single glance could crush them....

The rain continued, and the two hooligans saw that the situation was not in their favor and wanted to

leave, but considered that the woman must be lying, so they stayed a little more to the side, watching,

but without leaving.

Carlos' mouth curved into a slight smile and he turned to open the car door. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

-Honey, get in!

Micaela blushed with embarrassment at his endearment, he had said it so matter-of-factly!

Looking at him, he had an umbrella in one hand, and with the other resting on the car door, his deep-

set eyes looking at her and a slight smile at the corner of his lips.

Micaela looked away, feeling as if her heart was beating faster.

Seeing that the shaven man and his friend were still standing on the side of the street, Micaela gritted

her teeth and climbed into her car.

Carlos's smile intensified as he closed the door and climbed up the other side, picked up the umbrella

and closed the door in one fluid motion.

Micaela had been surprised as soon as she got into the car.

The interior was also very luxurious.

Spacious enough to have a small fridge, a table and a laptop.

The seats were leather, even the carpet underfoot looked expensive!

As she was soaking wet, water immediately puddled under her feet, Micaela was getting more and

more nervous.

Diego started the car to begin the trip.

-Thank you very much, I'm sorry I got your car wet... aish!

Before the words were out of her mouth, a sneeze came out uncontrollably.

Then she felt the man's distinctive breath hit her body and a warmth flooded her.

Micaela fixed her eyes on a black blazer covering her, leaving the man sitting next to her with only a

white shirt on.

-No need, I'll get it wet....

-Put it on.

Carlos' orders could not be denied.

Micaela bit her lip and said:

-Thank you...

Carlos looked in the rearview mirror in front of him and fixed his eyes on Diego's, who immediately

turned on the car's heater.

"Sir, there are bath towels in the back seat?

Of course, your jacket is definitely warmer."

Diego silently swallowed what he wanted to say and asked another question.

-Sir, are we still going to the Estencell Hotel?

-No," Carlos said in a cold voice.

The fact that this woman did not recognize him at all made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

She reached over and grabbed a towel from the back shelf, then sat down next to him and rubbed it

over his wet head....

Diego was so shocked that he looked straight ahead and stopped looking in the rearview mirror,

thinking to himself, "What's wrong with Mr. Aguayo today, he's been doing weird things one after

another!".

Micaela perceived that he had a more masculine air than the jacket....

-I... I can manage on my own, thank you!

Micaela hurried to grab the towel and wiped herself.

Carlos stepped back.

Carlos had not anticipated his own actions, as if he had done it unconsciously because she felt

uncomfortable....

What was the magic of this woman?

Ever since he had met her last night, he had been disoriented, with the figure of this woman appearing

in his mind from time to time, and the faint scent of her body, which seemed to linger around him all the

time....

He could not escape the party tonight, otherwise he would have gone to the Estencell Hotel.

Last night a doctor was called in to examine her and said she would be asleep until tonight.

I didn't expect her to get out and go so far....

-I'm so sorry for staining your car, and your clothes....

As the heater filled the car, Micaela felt a shiver and a warmth in her body, and the discomfort in her

stomach grew more intense.

-Is that all?

Carlos looked at her, why was her face so red?

-Huh?

Micaela was a little puzzled and vaguely observed how he seemed to look at the window pane, Micaela

realized and looked at the window again too....

That spider web sized crack was indeed his masterpiece.

-I'm sorry, I... I saw a car coming and tried to stop it, but the two bad guys in front of me got in the way

and in my haste I grabbed the stone... I'll pay for it! -Micaela assured him, but she could guess the

expensive value of the car, besides, with the feel of the clothes, she could be sure that it was also

worth a lot of money, could she really afford to pay for them?

Carlos crossed his long legs and leaned against the car window with one hand, resting his chin, his

eyes looking straight ahead, finding her promise particularly familiar.

-How do you plan to pay for it? -Isn't it better if you marry me?

Micaela shuddered, suddenly thinking of what the chauffeur had just said, "Estencell Hotel," and the

familiar voice ringing in her head:

"How are you going to return the favor?".

Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Carlos, her eyes full of disbelief, her stomach throbbing

and her head dizzy, and her consciousness blurred as she muttered:

-Carlos...

Carlos turned around and saw Micaela swaying and falling, and reached out to catch her.

Micaela fell into his arms....

-Sir...

Diego wanted to ask you...

-Go to Nyisrenda, quickly!

-Yes.

Carlos reached out and touched her forehead, the temperature was frighteningly high, no wonder her

face was so red.

Diego looked in the rearview mirror and saw Carlos' cold face, normally he was indifferent, but it was

obvious that now he was on edge....

As far as he knew from following the gentleman for over ten years, he would never meddle in such

trivial matters, but today he had come to his rescue.

Besides, he couldn't believe that just a second ago he had blurted out that he was getting married....

Although he knew the man was joking, he was still stunned!

Diego stepped on the gas pedal and sped off towards his destination...

After ten minutes, the car stopped in front of a luxurious mansion.

Diego hurried out of the car and tried to hold the umbrella to Carlos, but the latter was already entering

with Micaela in his arms.

The villa was illuminated and the housekeeper, the maid and the doctor, who had been warned in

advance, were at the door waiting.

-Mr. Aguayo!

The doctor, who was carrying a first-aid kit, called out to him respectfully.

Carlos just looked at him and, without slowing his feet, ordered in a cold voice:

-Go up!