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“It’s nothing, I eat it frequently.” Miguel said, holding back a smile.
Charity inquired, “You often get together with them? Isn’t this just looking for trouble?”
“No, my other brothers look for girlfriends all the time, and they send Whatsapp videos to their friends when they have nothing to do, just me, alone. So you think I’m full.” Miguel sighed.
Charity looked at the handsome man in front of her. Suddenly she run out of words.
Miguel asked abruptly, “In fact, I don’t think you should eat this food either.” “Don’t you think they’ve been through a lot? Dani, I heard Ryan say that Mireya was hampered by two men before. Although it is not Ryan’s child, he still regards it as his own. There are still good men, and Mireya should give you more hope. You can have one as well.”
Miguel appeared to be on his way. If there is a tail at the back, he will happily wag it. “Look at me, I’m not bad, with thick brows and big eyes. Look at you, you’re as beautiful as flowers, our children will be no worse than others.”
Charity: “…”
Charity thought it was funny when she saw Miguel selling himself so hard.
“How come you’re staring at me like that?” Miguel was feeling uneasy.
“Let’s cook.” Charity said as she walked out with a plate of vegetables.
Although Charity also wants a cute child. But she was aware that this was unfair to Miguel. And…for that kind of thing, she strongly opposes and despises it.
…
At 8 p.m., Mireya was full and lay on the sofa, said, “No, I ate too much, it’s over.”
Charity laughed, “Who told you to eat so much”
“You don’t seem to eat a lot.” Mireya rolled her eyes at her, saying, “You even grabbed salt and pepper ribs to eat with me.”
Charity took a sip of warm water quietly.
Mireya exclaimed, “Give it a shot if you enjoy eating food prepared by others. Maybe you can eat it for the rest of your life. This cooking ability is comparable to that of a chef in a five-star hotel.”
Charity remained silent for a moment before saying: “I’m now strongly opposed to intimacy with the opposite s-e-x. You know you’ll be disgusted when people approach you.”
“Does that explain why you dislike Miguel?” Mireya asked.
“It really shouldn’t be. This has been the case with all men since I woke up.” Charity explained.
“Alternatively…you should see a psychiatrist.” Mireya said, “You must have experienced a lot of pain in the past. You will instinctively want to protect yourself, but it is not a problem to be this way all of the time.”
Charity gave a bitter smile, “Actually, I believe this is also true for me. There’s nothing wrong with it. People, some are married, while others are not.”
“Of course, you can choose not to marry, but those who do not marry also express their feelings. Sometimes, after a long time, a person will be alone. You can’t always make money for the rest of your life. Since God gave you a new life, you should cherish it, and if you don’t, you must live up to Eliza and give you this body.”
Mireya’s every word seemed to pierce Charity’s heart.
“And…” Mireya cast a glance at Miguel, who was having a conversation with Ryan in the dining room, continued, “People are so nice to you. You should give them a chance because whether it is appropriate or not, you will always get sick. I’ll be able to tell people the exact answer once it’s completed.”
Charity was stunned for a moment before smiling and saying, “It seems to make sense.”
“That is, after all, I am someone who has been hurt by feelings.” Mireya has a lot of pride. “I know a good psychiatrist, would you like to visit?”
Charity: “Yes.”
…
Charity stood at the gate at half past eight to see Ryan and Mireya’s car leave.
“Would you like to go for a walk in the neighborhood?” Miguel shifted his gaze to the woman beside him. The evening wind blew the strands of hair on her cheeks, making people want to gently lift that strand of hair to her. behind the ear.
His hand was only slightly raised.
Charity has already turned her face.
Miguel paused for a moment in midair, his hands stiff, and rubbed the back of his head stiffly.
“Aren’t you going back?” Charity’s eyes flashed slightly, as if she didn’t notice.
“I’ll spend the night in the guest room. Today there are thieves in your home. What if someone breaks in during the night?” Miguel solemnly stated, “You must agree to this matter. If you disagree, I won’t and then leave.”
“I never said I disagreed.” Charity looked up.
Miguel’s eyes glowed.
Under the street light, the thin lips couldn’t help but curl up.
“I promised Mireya that I would see a psychiatrist. I have some heart problems, but I still need to be cured.” Charity said, looking at the street lamp behind him.
“I believe so as well.” Miguel could only feel his heart pounding.
If she is cured, does this mean that the male-female relationship will no longer be so repulsive?
Miguel remembered her promising him that when she wanted to fall in love, she would be the first to consider herself.
“But if I improve, I’m not sure I’ll like you.” When Charity saw that the joy on his face could no longer be hidden, she couldn’t help but pour a basin of cold water over it. “Actually, I’m going to put Be more of a friend…”
“All right, don’t say anything later.” Miguel said angrily, “I and Eliza are friends. I don’t want to be, but if you try it and you still can’t be tempted by me, then… just be a friend for life.”
“Thank you.” Charity sincerely thanked him.
Miguel didn’t put himself under too much stress, “Don’t thank me. You’re willing to give me a chance once you’ve been cured. I am already very happy.”
Miguel reached into his trouser pockets, his eyes as clear as ever “Charity, If the process of curing the disease makes you feel stressed, don’t put too much pressure on yourself. If you’re uncomfortable, don’t treat it. Even if you’ll never like someone in your life, I’ll always be there for you, and you’ll never be alone.”
Charity remained silent. But she was well aware that Miguel’s words had loosened her heart, which was as hard as ice.
She wants to treat the disease, and even if it can’t be cured, she believes she owes Miguel a chance.
…
The next day.
After breakfast, Charity to the company by Miguel’s car.
“Miss, President Patterson of Jesmong Corporation is waiting for you in the reception room.” The front desk lady said as soon as she walked in.
“Okay.”
Charity handed the bag to the secretary and proceeded to the reception area.
Monte pushed the door open, wearing the season’s new floral shirt, sitting on the sofa with his legs outstretched, a magazine on his knees, and with that superior face.
Women admire beautiful men in the same way that men admire beautiful women. When this man combines a gentleman’s demeanor with a gentle and considerate personality, it’s difficult for women not to indulge.
Eliza was most likely caught up in this illusion at first.
“You’ve finally here. I’ve been waiting for you for 30 minutes.”
Monte threw the magazine on the coffee table after closing it. He raised his eyes to her passing by. She was dressed in a long shirt and martin boots, and she had a circle on her head. Ball head, fresh and elegant makeup, but with a strong sense of fashion.
As expected of someone who has been a star, even if she retired from the circle, there are still many people on the Internet imitating Charity’s clothes.
“Anything?” The secretary quickly poured a cup of coffee for Charity, who sat across from Monte.
“Eliza, You have completely changed, and I can’t come to you if I don’t have anything to do.” Monte grumbled, “Guess what I thought when I saw you walk in? I remember the first time I saw you. You were dressed very dirty at the time, but it was better than your beautiful face and clean eyes that looked like a deer, and it hit my heart at first sight.”
“I’m not in the mood to talk to you and be nostalgic.” Charity spoke softly.
Monte’s expression was almost unbearable when he noticed Eliza’s indifference look.
Monte clenched his fists tightly, then lowered his head and said bitterly: “What happened at the hotel that day was your trick, didn’t you? Eliza, why did you treat me like this, do you still hate me all the time? “
