My Dear Mr. Nice

Chapter 167 : Well, It Was My Fault.

Chapter 167 : Well, it was my fault.

The elevator door opened after a while and they arrived directly on the floor where Carlos' office was

located. Carlos wanted to get out of the elevator as he hugged her, but Micaela rejected him, and

pressed the button to close the door and went to the second floor with Carlos.

-Micaela said, "You have a fever and your temperature is very high. You should go home and get a

good rest.

-All right, sir. You should rest well. I'll take him back first. No need to worry about company business.

I wanted to persuade Carlos to rest, but the workaholic Mr. Aguayo had always been disciplined and

principled. Diego didn't dare say anything, but Micaela mentioned it and was quick to persuade him.

Carlos looked at Micaela, and the concern in her eyes was on the verge of overflowing, which moved

him.

How could he be willing to refuse her concern?

The elevator went straight to the subway garage, Diego hurriedly drove a car, and the two of them got

into it. Micaela couldn't help but put her small hand back on the man's forehead. The temperature was

so high...

-Diego, what do you say we go to the hospital now?

Micaela's voice trembled involuntarily. Knowing he was sick, she blamed herself a lot. Why didn't she

notice it before? She clearly noticed that the color of his face was abnormal, but she didn't pay

attention to that?

The more she thought about it, the more she blamed herself, and Micaela's tears rolled. Carlos' eyes

that were clear and sharp when he was healthy were blurry at this moment. Seeing this, Micaela

couldn't help but feel even more worried....

-No need. Let's fly to Nyisrenda! -Carlos felt dissatisfied. Unexpectedly Micaela did not consult him but

Diego.

-You're a patient. You have to adopt the advice of others! You don't say anything even when you don't

feel well. Do you know that health is the most important thing?

Micaela looked at Carlos with anxiety, and the tears in her eyes rolled unexpectedly, while there were

more tears in her clear eyes, which were full of accusation, guilt and concern for him....

Carlos immediately turned soft at the sight of her tears. He hugged her and comforted her softly:

-Well. It's my fault. I should have said earlier that I was feeling bad and I shouldn't make you worry

about me. Nyisrenda has a family doctor who knows more about my condition than the hospital....

Carlos paused and said nothing more.

Micaela paid no attention to his silence, and only heard that there was a doctor in Nyisrenda, Carlos'

temperature was so high that his whole body was like a stove.

As soon as the car stopped, Micaela quickly got out and ran to Carlos' side to help him get out.

Earlier Carlos thought he could handle it. He also wanted to take care of urgent business in the

afternoon and then he was going to the doctor in the evening. However, Micaela was very worried

about him. Unlike it was in ordinary times, Micaela took the initiative to approach him and wrapped her

arms around his waist, and Carlos put his arms around the girl's shoulders and leaned against her....

Walking behind, Diego thought that he should not be here right now....

Sofia came out of the house and was surprised to see Carlos leaning on Micaela with a flushed face.

-Sir, what's wrong with you?

Sofia rushed forward, trying to hold Carlos with her arm along with Micaela, but Carlos rejected her

without anyone noticing.

-Sofia, Carlos has a fever. Diego notified the doctor to come. I helped him upstairs to rest. If the doctor

comes, let him go upstairs right away.

Micaela helped Carlos up the stairs without stopping or noticing that Sofia and Diego were together and

whispering:

-What's wrong? Miss Noboa never wears perfume!

-It's hard to explain. Go and prepare the light meal that the gentleman likes.

Sofia quickly turned around and walked to the kitchen.

Micaela helped him to lie down. As soon as he relaxed, Carlos felt dizzy and his eyes couldn't open.

Micaela sat on the edge of the bed, put a pillow under Carlos' head. Seeing that the man was frowning,

with a red face, and not looking as well as usual, Micaela caressed his face with her hands in concern

and looked towards the door:

-Why hasn't the doctor come yet?

The cold touch on her cheek made Carlos sigh and caress the girl's little hand.

-Don't worry. I'm fine... -Carlos said softly.

-How could I not worry about you? It's all my fault. You should have discovered me before...

-Micaela...

Micaela took her hand out, got up and went to the bathroom, took a towel, soaked it in cold water and

put it on Carlos' forehead.

It was hard for Carlos to open his eyes to look at Micaela:

-Micaela...

-I'm here. Are you feeling sick? Wait a little longer...

Just as Carlos was about to speak, Diego came in with the family doctor who had diagnosed Micaela

earlier.

Micaela quickly moved out of his position, and the doctor stepped forward and respectfully greeted

Carlos:

-Mr. Aguayo.

Carlos responded by bowing his head slightly.

The doctor brought the electronic thermometer close to Carlos' forehead, put it away for a while and

looked at the degree displayed:

41 degrees!

The doctor looked at Diego with surprise.

Diego signaled the doctor with his gaze to affirm what the doctor thought.

The doctor said nothing more, and immediately opened the medicine box he was carrying and gave

him an infusion.

-Doctor, how many degrees have you had? -Micaela did not see the degree, and had to ask him.

-41 degrees.

Micaela looked surprised at Carlos, who was already asleep. He still wanted to work in the company

with such a fever. Why didn't he take care of himself?

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You can ask the doctor for a favor if something happens," Diego told Micaela. He had to return to the

company, and the gentleman should prefer Miss Noboa at his side.

Micaela agreed immediately.

The doctor and Diego went out and closed the door to the room.

-Fortunately, I found out that you are sick in time. If Carlos keeps up the fever, what happened last time

will happen?

-That's right. I was worried all the way back. I don't know how to persuade him to go home to rest.

Fortunately, Miss Noboa is there.

The two went down the stairs one after the other.

Micaela sat down next to him. Carlos fell asleep and looked frail when he was sick. It was the first time

she saw Carlos, who was weak, and she was not used to this.

Suddenly the cell phone rang, not hers, but Carlos'.

The ringing came from Carlos' comforter.

Was the phone in his pants pocket?

Carlos frowned slightly. He seemed to be annoyed by this sound. Micaela didn't mind being coy at this

moment, she lifted a corner of the comforter immediately, pulled out the phone, deactivated its ringing

and covered him with the comforter again.

Carlos unwrinkled his brow.

Micaela looked at the cell phone and Gael's name appeared on the screen.

It was the senior editor of Excellent Taste.

Intuitively Micaela thought this call was related to her invitation to photograph the cover.

They agreed to start photographing the cover tomorrow.

Since no one answered, she hung up.

But after a while, it rang again.

Micaela looked at Carlos, who was sleeping soundly, bit her lips and answered it. Before she could

speak, the voice on the other end of the cell phone rang, with a pleading expression:

-Carlos, no, Mr. Aguayo! I beg you, forgive me! My fault, it's my fault! I won't dare do it next time!