My Dear Mr. Nice

Chapter 110: You do the cooking, and I'll do the dishes.

It occurred to Micaela that Alba's question:

Does he agree with your separation?

"So, is he okay with it?"

Carlos paid attention to her rich expression and said nothing.

Only then he got out of the car, came back from his confused thoughts.

And he was surprised to discover that he was actually in the neighborhood where she lived, Barrio Fanslan.

She was again a bit puzzled and looked at Carlos in disbelief:

-Shouldn't you go to dinner first?

Carlos took her by the hand and headed towards the building:

-Yes, but I like your kitchen better.

Micaela suddenly remembered, that a moment ago he pointed in a certain direction, and told her that it was the place where we lived in the future. And that address, it seemed to be here....

The elevator opened, Carlos went straight to the luxurious door, deftly unlocked the password, turned on the lights and stepped inside.

She was a bit puzzled:

-Carlos...

-What?

Carlos put his jacket on the sofa and looked around the home. Although it wasn't the first time he came here, it felt more homey when Micaela was there.

-Didn't you say you were going home?

Carlos approached her and asked:

-Last time you said you didn't want to be with me, right?

She didn't try to explain why she said that that day. She really wanted to get away from him. Although her brain ordered her to stay away rationally, her heart was not willing to obey.... Without waiting for her to respond, he continued:

-Since you don't want to be with me, then I'll be with you.

What?

She felt surprise and unconsciously asked in turn:

-What difference does it make?

-Of course there is. I'm with you and you're going to keep me alive. You promised me.

Micaela remembered that she apologized to Carlos when they were having dinner at Celotierra, but when he asked her to change the word to something else, she actually changed it to: I'm keeping you alive. "Is this the statement you are referring to?"

-Remember? Haha, you have to keep your promise.

-I... -Micaela blushes- -How can I keep your life.... ?

-You can, and I'm really hungry now.

Micaela then remembered that she hadn't had dinner yet:

-I'm going to prepare something for you....

However, Carlos answered her with a kiss...

He kissed her tenderly, not wanting to let her go until they were both breathless.

She pushed him away and walked towards the kitchen with a red face.

Except for the noon meal at the company, the other two meals, she cooked herself at home, so the fridge was full of fresh ingredients.

Carlos went to get the contract that Micaela had just placed in the cupboard, sat down on the sofa and read it carefully.

He didn't know when she would show it to him herself.

When Micaela had prepared dinner, she saw Carlos looking at the contract with a serious face.

In fact, when Eric put the contract in front of him, the first thing that came to his mind was that he wanted to show it to her.

So, had she been so dependent on him?

-Carlos, come and eat.

Micaela shouted under her breath.

Carlos put down the papers and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. There were two plates and a soup on the table, which looked delicious.

But when he looked at the one set of silverware, Carlos frowned.

Micaela wanted to go to the kitchen to clean herself, but he called out to her:

-Get out another set of silverware.

-No, I've already eaten.

-Eat with me," Carlos ignored him and looked at her.

-Okay...

Micaela obediently went to get another set and sat down in front of him. Carlos immediately picked up his bowl and gave her half a bowl of soup.

Micaela looked at him and remembered all the times he had served her food.

She didn't know how long she had been used to his tenderness.

Even though Carlos was hungry, he still didn't forget to take care of Micaela.

When he finished eating, Carlos got up to clean the dishes, but Micaela hurried to stop him. -Carlos, I'm going to wash them.

-From now on, you do the cooking, and I'll do the dishes.

Then, in front of the kitchen sink, a very handsome man was washing the dishes with great care.

Naturally, it was his first time....

She watched his unfamiliar movements and wanted to burst out laughing.

Due to the overdose of detergent, the dishes were slippery and several times they couldn't hold them, falling into the water and splashing Carlos.

Micaela couldn't help but laugh out loud, and Carlos blushed slightly. He picked up a bunch of foam and put it on his face.

-Hahaha, no...

Micaela tried to dodge him, but he was still too slow.

The first time he saw her laugh so merrily, Carlos became merry too.

-I'm going to wash better and better in the future.

Future?

She was beginning to look forward to it.

She took out a handkerchief to blot the water stains on Carlos' face.

She knew that he was telling her by his actions that he expected her to live an ordinary life with her....